Thin Silence

Crystal reflections on water.
Refracted beauty, stained glass.
Votive candles in the wind,
Offering up their prayers until
They burn themselves out.

Your voice, still, small
What does that mean?
Aren't you thunderous,
All encompassing,
All consuming like a fire?
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Hide me in the cleft.
That's why I'm here,
To shelter you.

To be small enough,
Quiet enough, close enough,
To breathe you in,
But am I too full of me,
No room even for breath?

Still voice are you speaking?

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