The Godman’s ear
People ask me why You were silent.
If they persist I quote eloquent answers
You gave over the years.
Not my own theory –
silent not to miss a single prayer
whispered from any heart’s throat;
the fire of longing not a guttering candle
nor flickering flame
but a glowing, soundless ember
toward which the Godman’s ear
is ever perfectly cocked and attuned.
I spoke to You for the first time –
my heart’s piercing cry! –
when I learned
no one else would listen.
O child of God, choose your words carefully.
No one’s listening but God.