Remember the songs of silence
That have serenaded your life
With unexpected beauty

The moist crawling footsteps of fog
Embracing your whole environs
Caressing each inch of your skin
And not a creature is speaking

The soft soundless flight of an owl
Commands the night with airborne stealth
Each movement of his wings brings forth
Profound verse not meant to be spoken

How quiet is the moon tonight
Its light gliding down to the earth
Silently reducing the world
To simple shades of black and white

The vim of the cemetery
Is felt so much more potently
When voices are left without use
And when words cannot be uttered

Oh, the poetry of silence
Have you let it sweeten your life
As an act of worship to God?

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