Bless stillness
quiet finer and larger
than my self

Bless the quiet
stilling distraction
mind emptying
turning to sky

Bless darkness
stealing in slowly
embracing me

Bless the gift
of speaking silence

Bless the moment
stillness steadies
like the guiding palm
my naked yearning

Bless sleep
awakening
into the calling
of night

B.W. Powe, from “The Unsaid Passing” (2005 Guernica Editions)