Silence on a hill where the path endedand then the forest belowmoving in one long whisperas evening touched the leaves.

. . . You were aimed from birth:you will never be alone. Rainwill come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,long aisles -- you never heard so deep a sound,moss on rock, and years. You turn your head --that's what the silence meant: you're not alone. The whole wide world pours down.

A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.

The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.

I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be; the waves that plunged along the shore said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!

So let us welcome peaceful evening in.