Advent: Listening

A poem

This is the season
of listening
into the silence,
of staring up at a sea
of winter stars
or sitting in a dark room
by candlelight.

Maybe the silence
will speak to you,
but maybe,
it will not.

Quiet can be
companionable,
if you welcome it
as a friend.

Maybe silence,
is the gift itself,
to hear your own heartbeat
in your chest,
to watch the dust motes
float in the light,
to be still,
and to know,
might be all you need.