Mervyn Linford - Poet   


The Beatitudes of Silence.

Perhaps to wonder is enough - not to
Know - just be. To see would be sufficient
For the hour - if flowers were to choose

The watching eye - and offer love. To hear
The dove without another thought would surely
Be a sacrament revealed - a mute idea.

Could there not be abroad some other law
Where instinct - or some such - could just revere
And open wide perception's sacred door.

If I look up into the thoughtless blue
And think no more of that vast firmament:
Will I belong to light's unwritten news

Where angels are as common as they're clear
To children - and the holy - and the poor?