Silent Witness

SILENT WITNESS

Ancient days
Cradled some to whom
Time and space
Are but toys
Seldom speaking of this they
Walk among us yet

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 18, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Oh I love the thoughts that flow when I read this. I feel as though the spirit world positively blushes with appreciation at this thought. It is as though “they” want to tell us of the days of old but “they” struggle to convey such depth and strength and understanding using today’s languages which are all about a softer and more comfortable lifestyle. In the days of the real ancients, life was hard. Harder than we can imagine and scary. The ancients are the ones who overcame hardship and fear and forged ahead into a future we have all come to love. They are here to whisper the secrets of how they overcame and came forward. They just hope for listeners who can see the words that have yet to be spoken and feel the message than needs to be heard.

    Oh how your words have my mania spinning. Thanks for giving me this wonderful little word boost this morning. Much love and appreciation for the time you took to share this piece. I’m glad to have crossed paths with you today. I am better for my time spent with you. Hope you find yourself similarly positively influenced as you progress through your day.

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  2. Oh, I love this, Ben! It is so true. 🙂

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