Silent love, O holy thread,
It binds the living and the dead.
A vow not sworn, but simply breathed—
In Presence full, in self-relieved.
Ms. Rabina Ojha from Kathmandu, Nepal shares her poem
Rabina Ojha is a poetry enthusiast from Kathmandu, Nepal who aims to build her career as a writer. She occasionally writes poems about nature, love, spirituality, and socio-psychological aspects of life.
Silent Love
Silent LoveIn silence moves the purest grace:
No voice, no form, no hurried pace,
Just breathe upon the soul’s still sea,
A love unseen, yet all shall be.
No touch, no gaze, no earthly sound,
Yet deeper than the roots of ground—
It weaves through stars, through shadowed space,
A hidden fire, a quiet place.
It speaks softly, yet mountains bend,
To whispers hearts alone can send.
In sacred hush, the Spirit knows,
Where silent love in silence grows.
No need for proof, no need for name,
No claim to stake, no praise, no fame—
It dwells where prayer and tears may meet,
And turns the wound to mercy sweet.
It is the sigh between two prayers,
The pause where Heaven softly stares—
A stillness lit by God’s own flame,
Too vast, too deep for earthly claim.
Silent love, O holy thread,
It binds the living and the dead.
A vow not sworn, but simply breathed—
In Presence full, in self-relieved.
Advance, O soul, through veil and mist,
Love waits not clenched within a fist.
But flows like wind through open trees—
A hush, a hymn, a soul set free.
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