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Blackbird Cabin
(at Loretto Maryholme)
Inside Blackbird Cabin
I become one of the logs that
make a firm shelter, lying
together, still and sound,
stable and safe. They give
these qualities to me. Here,
silence, not broken by the lapping
of waves outside. Not broken
in the stillness even of
small sounds - inside,
or the chirping of small birds
in trees that brush the walls,
trees that grow and tremble
almost into the cabin itself.
What else will Blackbird Cabin
give me in these days? I wait
to receive...and treasure
the already-gifts of silence,
solitude and heart-warmth,
Light...
Silence. It's the silence
that does it, the silence
that sweeps away the steady thoughts
tumbling through my mind;
the Silence that opens inner doors
otherwise closed against the crashing
waves of thought after thought
after thought.
Inside Blackbird Cabin
the waves and winds
and rain do not disturb
the Silence. They point it out;
they lift it up and I breathe in
its deep peace.
Brenda Peddigrew
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