Silence is a hypocrite

When she is dull she is also sharp

When she fills the room she is also empty

She defeats her own purpose

when she knows something must be done

Silence is an old lover

She isn't new

We’ve never lived only with her

On this tiny rock we rotate on

we cannot hear her

Silence has not found me

My ears are always filled with noise

From passing traffic

The buzzing of the city

I cannot hear her

I wish I could

Silence speaks volumes

Sometimes she is quite spontaneous

Maybe I can have such a personality

Though I don't quite know what to say

Silence is a friend

She comes and greets us when the day is over

When the work has been complete

She offers her moment of congratulations

And what an honor that is

Silence is the death of laughter

For though there is noise around

Life has lost its luster

She is there cleaning up after the party

Highlighting the joys of company

Bathing in her glory

Silence builds the universe

Our creator breaks her

And has used her as a foundation

A template we rest upon

Covered in glories and wonders

Be still, and know the Lord is God

We can try to have her

We have a taste of her

We do not only want her

For without God

We cannot appreciate her