The Quiet Ones...

        

       

      

she speaks for the quiet ones

mixed media and acrylic

gallery wrap canvas

1.5m high x 1.00m wide

59.1"high x 39.4"wide

by sweetmango

...and said God, it should be known

that i send many to the earth

helpers who walk among you in silence

peaceful warriors, who are  

so quiet and calm in their being

that the beating of the butterfly's wings

becomes in comparison a deafening roar

they are the sacred ones 

who speak for the quiet ones

their words are not heard so much as seen

in their actions or sometimes in 

their lack of action, 

sometimes their quiet presence is all that is needed

to make change

when my speakers of the truth have spoken

and when they have made a difference

i gift them with wonders to behold 

wonders to store in the heart

and comfort the soul 

i send them arching rainbows

that span heaven and earth

to remind them that heaven is

right here right now

that even in the darkest moments

i will shine a light for them to follow 

a light that will guide their hearts

that i will reach out to them

in the creation of moments

that linger within the space

of the soul

but these messages i send are 

to be shared with all 

the quiet ones know the truth

but others will mistake my actions

they will feel my fingers brush against them 

yet mistake me for a branch

they will feel my tears fall upon 

their hunched shoulders

yet mistake me for the rain

they will feel my love radiate at them

yet mistake me for the smile of a stranger

they will hear my happiness all around them

yet mistake me for the laughter of the small children

they will gaze in wonder at the vastness of my being

yet mistake me for a mountain range

they will touch me many times a day

yet mistake me for the grass and sand

they will hear whispers of my love for them 

yet mistake me for the wind

they will know my truths, all of them

yet forget them when they wake

they will look into my eyes every single day

yet believe that they gaze at their own reflection in the mirror

but the silent ones will know

and they will teach with a great silence

of peaceful being that will deafen the multitudes

into questioning quiet.

and then there will be no mistaking who i am

or where i am

or that i care. 

i care 

i did not create the days that bring you to your knees

but i will be beside you on my knees

and when you cry until you feel like you cant breath

that is because i am holding you so very close to me

my love wrapped around you until you can hardly draw breath

and when you feel like your heart is

being ripped out of your chest

you need to know that the only reason it isn't

is because i am holding both pieces in my hands

holding them together with love

until you are ready to hold your own heart again

and when you feel like you never have the energy to rise up again

know that it is my arms you are falling into 

my chest you lean against

my arms that hold you pinned to me while you grieve for your losses

and only when i think you are strong enough will 

i allow you to stand on your own two feet again.

and 

there will 

come a time

when you will fly again

when all is perfect and possible and serene and quiet and joyfully loud

and at that time 

remember the quiet ones 

become one of the quiet ones

and use your silent voice

to lift up those that have fallen.

and God's eyes closed

and i slept.

for Sheldon who I have loved since the minute my sister friend Renee first told me tales about him. You are one of the quiet ones Sheldon and I hear your whispers in my heart, the love that is felt for you by so many is dwarfed by the love you give to all around you. Your heart is so big that I can hear it beating from a million miles away, it is like a drumbeat from heaven calling us home. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved.  

Also for Jacqui and Renee and all their families, I know that you hear his heart beating the same way I do and that the way it beats is so beautiful that when you are near him it brings tears to your eyes, the reason that happens is because God is now singing in time to the beating of his heart, so Sheldon please don't mind their tears, you see, true beauty, in its purest form has always brought mere mortals to tears, we cannot help it, none of us can. Thank you Sheldon for just being.