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.