Mirroring the creation of the universe, all great things have come from the ancient weave of silence. It is a part of us that we must welcome home.
~ Frank MacEowen
Arriving daffodils will make no sound,
will blow no trumpets -- only the earthworm
close to its root, burrowing underground,
will hear the upsurge, feel the green stems yearn.
Beauty returns to Earth, devoid of noise,
devoid of clamor. Now it lifts its head
epitome of stillness and of poise
and in unbroken silence all is said.