Harvest of Silence

While our paths haven't crossed, for a few years, Jean Bates Waldron and I are close in spirit. We both enjoy putting into writing, thoughts that come to us.

A number of years ago, on December 30, Jean and I met in a parking area of Christ the King Retreat House and Center. While we are not of the Catholic persuasion, and despite the snow, we each had come to the Retreat House for a time of reflection and quiet. As with many others, I came also to be part of the audience to hear Fr. Michael Carmola, whose words and wisdom I treasure.

Poems from "Harvest of Silence"
by Jean Bates Waldron

Secret Space

There is within me
at the center of my being,
beyond the distractions
of daily living
a place of deep repose.

A place of still
unmuddied waters
beyond the doubts or indecision,
beyond the fear or bustle of busy-ness
where I can find rest for my soul.

My secret place
so remote, yet so close
I sometimes forget it's there
where the Spirit waits
as I remember that
God is everywhere.
Jean B. Waldron


Hal's Rainbow

Everytime
I see a rainbow in the sky
my thoughts take wing, fly high
and I hear God saying,
"I love you!"
Rainbows don't lie.
Jean B. Waldron

Time

Take time
time between time,
even a tiny moment,
grasp it, savor it,
don't waste it.

Take time
to welcome a thought, to
experience a feeling, time to
listen inward, outward, upward,
time to breathe thank you,
an attitude of gratitude;

Take time to create
a story, a picture, a poem
time to listen to a child,
time to climb a mountain,
time to reflect upon a leaf
or the unfolding of a flower

Time
contemporary, eternal
experienced in the here and now,
could do wonders for our world;
think, then on these things.
take time.
Jean B. Waldron