Quiet

So what if I am quiet,

Never having much to say,

My presence here though solemn

Leaves it’s mark upon the day

As if candles lit in darkness

Throwing light into the air

Silhouettes of hope against

The shadows lurking there

I rise

As if gentle winds of summer

Giving movement to the seeds

find the tender soil and

Give beauty to the weeds

I breathe

As if mighty waves come crashing

Leaving shells upon the sand

golden treasures on the shore

Plucked by children’s tiny hands

I move

As high up in the oak tree

After toil and labor done

Sparrows grow inside the

gathered branches of their home

I love

As in caverns dark where diamonds

Being shaped from lumps of coal

So the hours of the days

Reveal the colors of my soul

I live