how strange this silence would seem
without these crickets
here to explain
~ William Michaelian, in Akitsu Quarterly, Summer, 2015
I weave a silence on to my
lips...my mind...my heart.
Calm me, O Lord,
as you stilled the storm.
Still me, O Lord,
keep me from harm.
Let all the tumult
within me cease.
Enfold me, Lord,
in your peace
lips...my mind...my heart.
Calm me, O Lord,
as you stilled the storm.
Still me, O Lord,
keep me from harm.
Let all the tumult
within me cease.
Enfold me, Lord,
in your peace