These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Silence, That Roars

The peaceful bliss we search to find
is often filled with accent notes
as crickets, frogs, cicadas grind
their fresh-brewed cup of sounding quotes.

No matter how joyful these songs may be
they're still not Silence, all pristine.
These wordless, noiseless times from He
create of Nature the church Sistine.

It's in the country, far from town
with trees, and shrubs, and forest grace.
A glade where cars do not abound
find quietness adorns His Face.

O, list to hear His beating heart,
unknown to ears of humankind.
When all of Nature stops to start
unhindered hush, so hard to find.

Amazingly the Silence blares,
and roars, and howls for all to hear,
but few can toss away their cares
to hear the band, that plays so clear.

How few can ever say they've heard
the roar of silence in the mist?
But oftener without a word
more souls have been by quiet kissed.

All noisy towns make residents
so deaf to silence's applause,
but those, who live alone make sense
of silences, they hear on pause.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 14th, 2022