New Year’s morning

The night was filled with booms,

A barrage of ballistics

Kept humans awake

And made the dogs quake

Unnatural thunder reverberated into early morning

But when the light of dawn brightened the new day

All was silent.


Do not mistake silence for peace,

Where was the sunrise choir?


Listen and silence may be spelled with the same letters…

And we tell this to children

To remind them they must be silent in order to listen…

But what does it mean to listen to the silence?


Where are the birds?

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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