The Snowflake Chronicles

Ae Freislighe: Meditation

Silence whispers to my soul,
Unabstrusively its tone,
Recalls my mind to my goal,
When the scriptures I intone.

Silence echoes in my mind,
Speaks to me in shades of light,
About my faith in my kind,
About my concept of right.

Silence is the secret key,
That unlocks the door of self,
That reveals the secret me,
Locked in the prison of self.

Whispers echo through my mind,
That intone matter's violence,
Echoes running through my mind,
That sacred scriptures silence.

About this poem: I am not sure when this was written because I did not date it. There is a possibility it was written in 1988, but that is only a guess.