Quiet

Here is a new song written and recorded in the Old Library at Osprey Point. It is a song for readers and writers on the days when they can neither absorb nor offer any more words. Fellows Lindsay Beck and Chris Barrow lent their voices for this recording.

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“Quiet”  
January 24, 2013
 
She’s bound to a one-room library  
Too many lovely books to read
Still too many books untouched.
She longs for a quiet mind
The snow on the field is empty white  
And the wind whirring over it says, “Hush”
 
There is time for all of this  
There is time for rest
There is time for no words at all
There is room for emptiness
An ivory page and blank canvass
For it is not by words you stand or fall.
 
Quiet
 
But she wants to be smarter  
And to be faithful daughter
To a father who’s a poet and a saint
To be careful in craft
To make something that lasts  
A song for the seraph to sing
 
There is time for all of this  
Now is time for rest
Now is time for no words at all
There is room for emptiness
An ivory page and blank canvass
For it is not by words you stand or fall.
 
Quiet