There's A Kind Of Hush

[gwydion]

The title of this poem is reminiscent of another poets work but the content came to me while sitting in my living room thinking about other things.

Initially it doesn't seem like a spiritual poem - or pagan - but may indicate how there can be moments in any circumstance which can bring quiet to the soul.

There's A Kind Of Hush

There's a kind of hush in the street tonight
As the stars gaze silently down
The night isn't silent, nights never are
There is an occasional passing sound

But still a hush, a kind of hush
The sort you can't describe
The sounds of the night seem to come from afar
Its the hush that seems alive

Its a sacred, waiting hush in the street tonight
Waiting for I don't know what
To speak aloud would break the mood
This hush that time's forgot.

This sacred hush in the street tonight
When divinity comes to call
God or Goddess it matters not
Theirs is a silent footfall.

There's a kind of hush in the world tonight
Born on the wings of a thought
It flies in the clouds and sings in the wind
Have you heard what the hush has taught.

Gwydion

[Paula]

I am loving all your works.

[Crystal]

I am loving all your works.

Me also

[gwydion]

Thank you both - it is more than satisfying to hear that you enjoy it - I will continue to post - not all my work is spiritual as I have said before but some of my other efforts may well be of interest also

[Sky Fall]

Very well done.
Originally I thought it was going to be something closely resembling an old Herman's Hermits song, but that's just me