All God's greatest works are silent...Nature rose
under the Almighty hand without clang or clamor,
under the Almighty hand without clang or clamor,
or noises that distract and disturb.
Andrew Martin Fairbairn
Silent as growing grass
Silent as the noonday sun
As moonlight falling over the meadow
Silent as the sky after the storm
Silent as an earnest prayer
Silent as color, as shadows, as dawn
Silent as a whisper hushed
Whites dance on air
Purse yellow lips in my direction
And smile—silent still.
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