If ever I am Silent, do not take offence. I haven’t deserted you. In fact, you are forever in my thoughts and in my prayers. And my memories of us have lost none of their vigour or colour: in them we are free, from constraint and from ailment.
If ever I am Silent, remember me. Empower me and embolden me. Share with me an anecdote or a fable. Take me by the hand and show me something that I haven’t seen before, something that gives you your voice. Enable me to speak to the content of my character and dreams.
If ever I am Silent, it is because my mind is still trying to formulate the appropriate response or form of words – something that will not incite or offend, yet still dress the conversation with goodness and with hope. But more often than not the moment passes without my spoken word, and instead I whisper into the open air what my soul doth speak, to be quietly carried by the heavenly courtiers, and to be delicately distributed, like snowflakes.