To Learn Like Birds to Sing by Brit McReynolds

in silence 

I am taught to sit long with unanswered questions

the stillness of the morning, the heat of noonday

the settling of twilight and the midnight

all their silent wisdom teaching

that some questions 

are best answered in longsuffering

in unlearning

in overturning in my hands the thing

I seek to understand

while in the quiet

a sigh

a breath

the voice of One who knows all things

“be still”

in silence I am taught

that unanswered questions 

are not so much mean as means

to seek unhurried, to seek deep

to learn that silence does not equate to apathy

in silence

treasured answers wait

for those, in reticent modesty seeking,

who sit among the flowers

and learn like birds to sing