Subtle Wind

I sometimes wonder what I’d hear,

If the hissing wind stopped blowing.

If voices whispering in my ear,

Went silent -- silently going.

What would the sound of no sound be?

Like darkness in the blackest night?

Or is it soft, dark, real to me,

Like blackest earth in deep twilight?

Just once in church’s nave to pray,

And sense the angels listening,

While multicolored light of day,

Reveals my eyes are glistening.

To offer love and silent prayer,

In plaintive voice of mind and soul,

And hear their passage through the air,

As upward they soar toward their goal.

And then, to quiet heart and mind,

Let stillness bring peace and accord;

To listen for the subtle wind,

The silent whisper of the Lord.

Mick McKellar

February 2020

I’ve never known the sound of silence because of the windless wind in my ears.

Mick