Chambers of Stillness

 And what is it

you will hear today

in the chamber of

your stillness?

What distant echo 

from the silence?

The warbler will

return atop the tree

just outside meeting.

The purple of the

bruised memory of

your fathers death on 

the road will arise.

The creak and the

pop of the drying 

of the church bench

will fill your ears. 

What is it you will

hear today in the

chamber of your

stillness?  Or, will you

choose not to sit and

away yourself within?