Love letter 1094

The silence is so merciful. It is only us, with our remorseless chatter, who judge. Cut down. Categorise. The hate is ours. The self-loathing. The fear. The grasping. The looking away. The denial. We may, on occasions, find the strength for vulnerability and love. The grace to forgive. The humility to recognise. So too we may aspire to beauty; and every now and then it will open a door to us and, if we will surrender, free us from ugly clamour. For in the vast and quiet sea we may behold a love unbounded, and offer up ours in return, unfettered by the drag of noisy habit. For the silence bears witness to our cacophony without favour. And when we are done yelling, it will still be there. No matter what.