A silence rich with love and filledl with joy;
The silence after waking at the dawn,
May be both anchor and a steady buoy
Yet often we don’t know what we seek for:
The latest dress, the perfect English lawn?
We forget this marvellous essence, full of joy
We murder by ignoring love’s own core
We do not see the buds which are new born.
We want an anchor yet we want our toys.
What is most arresting is the awe
We feel when we survive deep grief again
Find silence rich with love and full of joy
Out of Nature, its Creator calls
Taking in her arms what caused us pain.
Being both an anchor and a buoy.
The silence underneath the silence calms,
Stills our breathing with reviving balm
Perfect silence rich with love and joy
Shall be our an anchor and shall be our buoy.