Sit beside me, Silence - here is bread and wine's shadow,
it is not glasses that ring here, but the pulse of the night.
Where the tablecloth under my hands is cold and icy,
I sweep the crumbs of words away, not to wound a phrase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let us keep silence about fear dressed in prayers,
about pain that learned to become the light of morning;
about names that fight their last battles in the ashes
and rise again only in the haze's breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let us keep silence about the end - not as a black cup,
but as a crossing where the body's form dissolves;
that every \"I\" is only a candle on the threshold,
and wind is only a sign that fate has burned to nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let us keep silence about the Creator - not from lack of faith,
but from excess of presence in every crumb;
where lips sleep - there it is the heart that speaks,
and bread breaks, like truth, without a cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sit, Silence, beside me. Drink this single moment.
Let the word rest, like a sword in night's scabbard.
For only at this table, through the flowing stillness,
do we hear Eternity looking us in the eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sit beside me, Silence - here is bread and wine's shadow,it is not glasses that ring here, but the pulse of the night.Where the tablecloth under my hands is cold and icy,I sweep the crumbs of words away, not to wound a phrase. Let us keep silence about fear dressed in prayers,about pain that learned […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[122,119],"class_list":["post-4337","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-death","tag-stillness"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n