Poems of the Sacred Unknown

No Poet like the great Grace of Silence

Richard W. Bachtold | November 2010 (Vol. XXIII, No. 10)

There is no dark like a night
replete with the mystery of death.
There is no truth like a fleeting wind.
There is no lover like a lonely tree.
There is no friend like a blade
of faithful grass.
There is no light like a solitary beam
from the sun.
There is no poem like an evolving earth
and no Poet like the great Grace
of Silence.

~ from POEMS OF THE SACRED UNKNOWN by Richard W. Bachtold
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