silence

i could tell you about my day, what went right, what went wrong, everything that happened. i could talk about the news, the girl who got engaged, the old woman who died. i could talk about the weather, what it was today, its predictions for tomorrow. but i, i want to be with you in silence.

i don't want to speak. let the poets have their words, the singers their lyrics. let not speech diminish the fullness of our presence. i want to be with you in silence. let my touch be my voice, my breath your song, no other words spoken.

the wind blows, knocking branches against the windows, whistling through the cracks this late winter night. inside our small house, though, a fire burns and i feel warm, comforted, safe. and i am filled with your presence.

words are so small. should i attempt to speak they would make us less instead of more, so i remain in silence. i sit you down, take off your shoes, slowly kiss your feet. i feed you what my own hands have baked in the oven this day, what warms you and strengthens you. i look into your eyes and see eternity.

there is a time for conversation, a time to speak.

now, though, is a time for us to be. and we are in silence.