Silent night, holy night.
What makes the silence holy? The holiness comes from what is allowed to emerge.
In a world full of noise, with endless inputs from outside of us, and nonstop chatter within, merely finding the silence can be challenging.
Allowing the silence can be uncomfortable.
But when we do find it — and allow it — we can be rewarded with the magic of hearing what was previously inaudible:
Our own truth.
This is a poem that emerged from a silent night.
In the Dark Hour
In the dark hour
when the houses are black,
the street lamps have dimmed,
and your soul
provides
the only light;
In the silence that falls
after the birds
have quieted their conversations,
the wind has paused its hustle,
and all the voices in your head
have finally retired for the night;
In the stillness that forms
once the jack rabbits
burrow in their holes,
the trees
rest their dancing limbs,
and even your endless fidgeting
has worn itself out;
In the emptiness that remains
when the earth stops humming,
and the only sound you hear
is the beating of your own heart;
Tell me, my love
what is the song that emerges
from your soul?
Do you dare sing it —
even to yourself?
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