Sunday, 21 July 2013

A Poetic Reflection for Sunday


In hamlet chapels & in great cathedral halls,
Across the awful tapestry of time,
The FATHER of all silences abides,
Unfathomable Architect divine.

In human hearts the SON of silence dwells,
A silence echoed in a darkened wood,
So still the feather kiss of gentle rain,
Like thunder cracks the reigning quietude.

The singing silence of the high and hallowed hills,
A haunting SPIRIT rides a whistling breeze,
The wayward wind is Lord and Master here, 
Where kestrels hover solely by decree.

Antony Hebdon, parishioner of Sacred Heart, Hove

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