A Silent Moment of the Soul

I have stilled the restless beating of the heart,

Content to be the empty vase that waits

Upon the flowers' blessing, wanting naught

But in a consecrated stillness stand

Alone in rooms of memory and bliss.

Now is a time of gathering and calm

No sound of inner music can be heard,

No song leaps forth from lips that lived to sing,

All seems a silent moment of the soul

When only prayer and gratitude abide

The emptiness of self that cannot hear

The temple bell nor see the breaking light

Fill the faint horizon of the world.