Brennen Johnson, Tyler

The Waking Silence

Oh, the waking silence, The peace and solitude, Where time, frozen, begins melting As ice into water. The line between morning and night, For a moment blurs. The world stands still. There I am, separate, Hidden from His gaze, Blending into the Fabric, One with His creation. There I commune with the stars, And all the Celestials whisper in my ear Their divine secrets, eons kept in darkness, Before fading into daylight, As the morning finds me in my stillness, And I am once again thrust into the animate chaos.