Silver Seam: Lessons from Two Winters
Stanza 1 I walked two winters with a quiet mouth, the days folded thin and softened at the edge. In hush I found a lantern, small and south, its scripture-light a slow and steady pledge. Stanza 2 I kept my voice like coins beneath my tongue, and watched the small cruelties lengthen, spread. Regret sits with me now at every sun: I should have spoken sooner, called for stead. Stanza 3 Silence taught me how loneliness tastes cold; it taught me how the world can look the same. Yet from that hush a different music rolled— a faith that bends to mercy, not to blame. Stanza 4 I learn to read the lines that once were dim, to let the verses light the path I tread. Each wound becomes a map, each lesson hymn; the hurt is soil where gentler wisdom’s fed. Stanza 5 I will not b...