Meeting

Deep stillness of the spirit
to sit abreast of you,
your heed comes streaming through
silent and sure of merit.

Here is fair hope of peace,
a touching place to feel
words spoken without weal
that argument may cease.

Now in this hour of hush
we wait attuned to hear 
soul-stirrings faint but clear,
like petals in first blush.

We sit in friendship's bond,
distractions briefly quelled
with others also held
rapt, attentive to beyond.

By habit we unite
to fathom God unknown
whose ways with truth atone,
expressed through human life.

Purpose is found within
and opens out to light,
horizons broad rewrite
the script of our yearning.

©Janet Henderson 1st March 2017