In the quietness of silence

In the quietness of silence,
In the leaning of one's head,
Upon the bosom of safety's love,
I hear Beauty's melody.

In the quietness of silence's song,
In the leaning down of one's soul,
Upon the bosom of beauty's melody,
I hear the Whisper of Ages.

In the quietness of words,
Whispered onto white paper,
In the spin of an overwhelming calm,
I hear the dizzying currents of the Musician.

Oh Lord, such beauty silence holds,
Beauty found in the song of haunting flutes,
Luring, the strings reply. Soaring, crescendo!
I remember Eden's song of lost beauty.

The Hallowed and majestic flesh - dancing,
The Stronger grasping the hands of clay,
The Dawn of Love laughing - twirling
His beloveds, cleaving to their Breathgiver,
Such visions I dare not lose -
Should quietness shatter into noisy splinters.

Losing sight of Your face,
Going blind, going deaf to Your song,
Songmaker, Songmaker, sing me Your story -
Songmaker, Songmaker, imprison me, besiege,
With the passion of Your heart th' cry of Your spirit.

Reveal the essence of who You are,
Bury me in the refrain of an embracing knowing,
Earthly Bride, Immortal Groom,
Clutching the hem of Your skirt over me.

Crush the clutter inside, bright quiet Holiness,
Breathe and still the shame within,
Reveal instead the sleep of the quieted,
Like a child weaning, waiting at his mother's breast.