When the waters get choppy

& a storm is brooding,

black clouds in the sky

& on faces,

often it is best 

to crawl into the nest

of silence.

When angry words are born of trauma

too deep to be understood,

often it is best

to don the cloak

of silence.

Silence gives space

for minds to open,

silence gives air

to clear the cobwebs.

Deeper & deeper into silence

until soft words emerge--

things will settle down,

it will be okay,

love lives here.