Quiet (listen here).

She’s bound to a one-room library

Too many lovely books to read

Still too many books untouched.

She longs for a quiet mind

The snow on the field is empty white

And the wind whirring over it says, “Hush”

 

There is time for all of this

There is time for rest

There is time for no words at all

There is room for emptiness

An ivory page and blank canvass

For it is not by words you stand or fall.

 

Quiet

 

But she wants to be smarter

And to be faithful daughter

To a father who’s a poet and a saint

To be careful in craft

To make something that lasts

A song for the seraph to sing

 

There is time for all of this

Now is time for rest

Now is time for no words at all

There is room for emptiness

An ivory page and blank canvass

For it is not by words you stand or fall.

 

Quiet