The
silence is deeper
here,
encased in canyon
walls,
air filtered
dry
of remaining
vestiges
of noise, enclosing
the
life moving within.
The
silence is deeper
here,
embroidered by sacred
songs
rising, words distilled
pure
of extraneous and
unnecessary
matter, encircling
the
silence pulsating within.
The
silence is deeper
here.
Photograph: View from the balcony, Laity
Lodge, looking down the Frio River.
5 comments:
The serenity is palpable . . . Just beautiful, Glynn!
Blessings!
Oh i want to go back there. Great poem Glynn
extraneous matter
transported
spilled-out
over bed and bath
"Deep calleth unto deep..."
the silence pulsating within!
Its serene.
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