In The Quiet Silence There Is Hope Poem by Bernard Kennedy

in libraries and book stores silence is all
it leads to inner contemplation and knowing
thyself and be true. It was Socrates that line.
now leading lower case lives, no loud voice,
' he shall not cry aloud in the street
nor crush the bruised reed', 'blessed are
the gentle'. the ego reduced and like this
corona leads there into the depth of self,
listening and hearing. great novels,
and great poems become and into being
out of silence. a grand silence
like the trappists of chartreuse.
in the silence is our finding, our
dancing our crotchets and quavers,
silent music. I saw the painter
Keating brushing slowly in silence,
and Anna an actress silently
building to the expression from a pause.
In lent and advent silence brings in
and in 'quietness and trust is our strength'.
in the quiet silence there is hope.