Renewed

"Silence is the entrance to the deepest me." I read that in a poem by Sylvia Frances Chan. I understood but had never known it before 

When the deepest me is blanketed by tiredness ~ 

    maybe physical, 

        maybe melancholy, 

            maybe both ~ 

I can only rest ’til step by step I shed, like dust, what has settled in me until I feel alert

    but already I have been awake all day, slowly busy, healing parts of my soul that seemed bruised, but only needed rest.

“I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and 

learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”

~ Chaim Potok, The Chosen