You didn’t observe silence
so much as drop speech –
emerging from the Jhopdi one morning
to go scrupulously about Your business
without the accoutrement of words.
Brabazon said You were
the personification of God’s silence
which has labored and endured
intrinsically since time began.
You stopped speaking and where speech
would seem essential, carried on without it,
Your silence becoming an oddity to most
and a thunderous commitment to others –
a statement of a sort –
delving deeper into the scheme of things
than human expression would allow.
O child of God, the mystery of His silence
is the everyday mystery of existence.