The Silence That Remains

"Not all words must be said to be remembered."

I sit at the edge of the field at night,

listening.

The frost has already begun its hymn,

the sky leans heavy with stars.

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The silence is not empty—

it is full of presence.

Every pause between heartbeats,

every space between breaths,

is a gathering place.

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The trees bend closer,

not to speak,

but to bear witness.

Even the stones hum with patience,

their stillness a testament.

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I gather silence

the way others gather grain:

carefully, reverently,

knowing it feeds me too.

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When words fail,

silence remains,

and it is enough.