By JH Sayyar
O sacred stillness, veil of starry night,
Thou keeper of the soul’s unspoken flame,
In thee I do find a softer, subtler light
Loud acclaim or love's impassioned claim
No clamor breaks thy vast, uncharted air,
Where thoughts like birds rise without a chain;
In silence grows wisdom cold and rare,
Blooms where none sees, yet any in vain.
Thou art no curse, but gift the world forgets,
A hidden well beneath the crowded day,
Where solitude and self in truth have met,
And dreams walk freely on a boundless way.
Alas! O loneliness, thou art the soul’s retreat;
Where God and man in murmured stillness meet
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