No wonder You kept silent. No one
knew what You were talking about!
Mighty lonesome in a world
where so rarely spoken
is love's vernacular.
Such ignorance and inarticulacy
You addressed with the silence
of Your recent annihilation.
O, how You roared and raged;
shouted; paced within Your cage.
Your silence fell upon deaf ears.
All Your efforts were about love.
Love, we know not
the meaning of the word.
And our own silence
we reject out of hand,
deathly afraid of it - the silence of submission;
the silence of non-existence.
O child of God, why speak of Meher?
Silence is the language of love.