Silence
I sit in solitude, With the darkness of night Gently falling upon me. Sweet silence - That awakens a man to The voice of God to his own soul She comes, So propitiously soft And warmly embraced me with familar longing Sweet silence - Humour me, And instruct me, Granting me the foretaste of heavenly bliss? Why must you come And then, depart so soon? Could you not see That my soul aches to rest on you? To feel the touch of your hands That comfort and encourage? And the fairest sweet... You have come less frequently... Have you also rejected me like my friends? Come... The night is young. Let me savour your love - My treasure from above. The late Elder Soh Eng Hwa