Silence... Poem by Mark Heathcote

God has a comforting word for us all.
Its ripples reflect on a mountain lake.
It holds hands between each pine needle branch.
It freezes and sets into a snowy crystal shape.
It falls into your palm, pale and silent.
Before even you can perceive its shadowing estate
It has melted away into a deafening silence.
God has a comforting word for us all.
And silence is His residing final call!
The comfort we all desire but then fear
Solemnly, how we then might soundless expire
From the echoes that rekindle us, not ourselves entire.