Silent Thoughts

Deborah Beach Giordano
© October 18, 2011

Traveling thoughtfully
along the quiet rows
of rich

in the distance
the sun raises
its haloed head
bestowing a warm blessing
on the earth;

a thorny hedge
blocks the way,
and so turn and go
and start again
pacing endlessly.

Comforting and familiar
the river, the trees,
the sound of hooves
treading gently
on the ground;

but not unwelcome,
a quiet
meditative space
within the workaday world.

Sunward is the light
and all is clearly seen,
yet even when
we turn our backs
it warms us tenderly;

makes no difference;
it reaches us
from a million miles away
like love


Without it there is
no sight
no breath,
no life;

the earth
would be barren:
a cold, dark,

Love and light:
the holy components
of creation;
all else springs
from these two things.

He smiled to himself
how he wished
that others
might come to know
what he understood,

yet he knew quite well
that it could never be
as he heard again
those familiar shouts
of “Whoa!” and “Gee!”

His thoughts and feelings
would always remain
unspoken and unheard,
for though he was very smart,
he was could not say a word.

reflecting on the term “Dumb as an Ox”

About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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