The Silver SoundSister Ayanda Mvubelo OP
The Voices of the Angels are heard whispering.
Afraid to make that sound.
Thoughts echoing through the branches,
in the outcast of the lake.
My mind and heart dying to hear,
seeking to listen.
The cabin of my mind remembers;
only to be unlocked, unlocked with the silver key of Silence.
The silver key imbibing my veins…but it shall be for moment.
I can’t stop to think of this sound;
a pure silvery of imperfections made perfect.
This captures the moment, and all shall remain.