Silence

There is a mystery in silence,
An anticipation,
A wonder of what might be revealed at the end of it.

I do not know if like a promise, silence should be broken
Or left on its own like a poisonous snake.
I do not know if the sound of silence is louder than a thunder clap,
Or softer than an early morning prayer.
Should silence be embraced like a friend or scorned like a foe?
Get drunk on silence or get sober instead?
Should I read about silence or write about it?
Is silence love or hatred?

Lets stand up and observe a minute of silence in memory of silence instead.