Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Godman's ear

The Godman’s ear                                                                            

People ask me why You were silent.
I shrug. 

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. 


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