In the Desert Silence

In the silence I sit
With my back to a rock
And the sun on my face.


I sit on a mesa
Overlooking the desert
After the storm has passed.


In the silence I can hear
The sound of sage rising
Stems filled with water and life.


I can hear a new wind
Blowing across my mesa
The warm air singing ‘Welcome.’


In the silence birds are louder
I can count the birds
By the beating of their wings.


The silence has a sound too –
Of angels ringing bells,
Of a lover’s promise.


Atop my mesa I sit
And listen to the silence
Down in the valley below.

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