The Song of Peace

There is a sacred silence 

That sings a sacred tone.

Although it can’t be heard, 

I know I’m not alone. 

I know not what to call it 

So I dare not give it name 

Except to call it something 

Which comforts all the same. 

It resounds a silent holiness 

That chants itself to all; 

Like snow speaks of Winter. 

Like leaves speak of Fall. 

Contentment is required 

Patient and at ease, 

And the things of which I do not have 

Those things I must not need. 

My heart and mind are empty 

As the thinking process dies 

And when I hear eternity 

I know I have arrived. 

Emptiness is blessed. 

It fills my mind with song 

Of the echo of that perfect peace 

Which sustains me all day long. 

Sing your song forever. 

Let me hear your melody 

Of nothing, and yet something, 

Which sings its song of peace. 

Alfred George Shaheen