I am typing words onto the screen of my Mac. They unfold into the mystery of the spaces in-between.

There is a quietude within the spaces that is higher than the words.

The sun is just now coming up and I have had my breakfast.

What else is there to say?

I could say that the silence is always in-between and beyond the words of human beings.

Consider the silence in-between the natural world’s unfolding. Is it more powerful than we know?

For the unknown claims back the silence as night claims back the day.

We mortals are merely momentary appearances in eternal silence.

The Queen lies in state and the world goes on.

Words are not the thing.

Silence is.

Vicki Woodyard