Silence Comes

Never will I tire of the rose

Or fail to find the lilac passing sweet

And even if the door of life shall close

On the other side are friends I wish to meet.

Never will I find the sunset bland

Or mourn because the rain obscures the sun,

When I held a dying bird within my hand

Saw one life end, another life begun.

Though I have lived the broken years of grief

When one who loved me let her soul take flight,

In the sea of sorrow foundered on the reef

Of loss but, lost not the intense delight

One finds when self retires and bows down

In humble acquiescence truth to find

And sees the heart by pain much wider grown

As silence comes upon the thinking mind.