“Lying in bed before rising,
Thinking on the silence of the day’s smog.
Resting in the mysteries on the horizon,
Soaking in the morning fog.”
“Madame Day holds classes every morning,
Professor Night lectures each evening.
Their words aren’t heard,
Their voices aren’t recorded,
But their silence fills the earth:
Unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.”
Psalm 19:2-4 (The Message)
Poem by denisebalog©2017
Photographs by denisebalog©2017