As we sit silent in our minds, <br />sit silent in our homes, <br />only the passing traffic tells <br />of a life that rushing onwards goes. <br />And all comes from distant silence <br />and into distance flows, <br />as we sit silent in our minds, <br />sit silent in our homes. <br /> <br />Silently watching all this flowing <br />as it passes, comes and goes, <br />home is where the heart is <br />as we sit silent in our homes. <br />In heart is found that silence <br />from where life comes rushing onwards <br />and where it always goes.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-in-heart/
