Silence and joy

A silence rich with love and full of joy;
The silence after waking at the dawn,
Can be both an anchor and a buoy.

Yet often we don’t know what we seek for:
The latest dress, the perfect English lawn?
We forget this marvellous essence, forget joy

We murder by ignoring love’s deep core
We do not see the buds which are newborn.
We want an anchor yet we want our toys.

What is most arresting is the awe
We feel when we see human love again
Find silence rich with thought and full of joy

Out of Nature, its Creator calls
Taking in his 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 anchor and shall be our buoy.