Gentle, This Darkness

Gentle, This Darkness

This time the silence is gentle
in its darkness, its empty spaces between. I lean
my head against its pulse,
trusting the quiet: nothing
to be said; nothing done.
In the silence is the seed.
All we do is rest.
Restrain from the doing, the making—
this is creation. Let it come freely,
in time. Sweetly. Softly. Whole.

Anne Marie Vivienne