Oh what delight
To share the morning music
Of Nature alive with you.

To bathe in the splendour
Of a tropical morning sun;
To wander down the winding path
Bejewelled with the raindrops sunset glitter
And share the wild fragrance
Of the forest’s hidden charms;

To hold hands
And feel the belonging
To share the warmth of the body
And sleep the slumber
Of wearied saints.

Yet lonely,
One lonely day
One of us
Will see the other
Smile no more;
Embrace and kiss no more;
And speak only
In echoing silence;
Silence echoing
Down the catacombs
Of love’s indelible memories.

Oh Father
How I have heard
That silent
Repeating silence.