One of the gifts snow gives us (after the rumble of plows
and scraping of shovels have ceased) is a hush—an invitation to silence. It is
a gift we can give to each other as well, as this poem I recently wrote
illustrates.
Belonging
Words belong to each
other.
—Virginia Woolf
If words belong
to each other,
And if over the years
you and I ingest words
by teething on the book
Goodnight Moon,
eating the “Happy”
on our birthday cake,
slurping down alphabet
soup, and taking the words
out of each other's mouths,
Then we ourselves become
words made flesh with all
the consequences that
belonging to someone brings,
Entering into a holy pact
to feed each other silence
so we may come into
being and be heard.
—Jennifer Halling, OSB
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