Your silent veracity
Images flow from Your hands
through the medium of silence
to impress, expose and illustrate
the nothingness of the dream
while I hurry down a different road,
trusting to the flesh of the heart
and other charlatans and infidels
in this world of sham and glamour.
The truth of Your eloquence
(some forty-four years of exquisite silence)
becomes, in these latter years,
more acutely precise, glaringly apparent
in the light of Your beauty, purity
and Your ceaseless, silent veracity.
O child of God, as Truth is beyond words,
so Illusion is beyond any substance or sustenance.