Out of earshot
You’ve been given enough words, said my Lord,
but in truth, I have been long content with words
measuring my appraised worth against
distant utterings and their echoes –
sound waves crashing upon an empty shore;
quotations taken always from someone else’s book.
I have sought lifelong the living among the dead,
surrounding myself like a consensus
with cardboard and paper gravestones
as I pray so touchingly, beseech so effetely
for a truth that was never there for me
or has long since fled.
So very long it has taken me to hear it –
truth doesn’t enter through the ear.
O child of God, seek the truth out of earshot –
in the cavern of your chest.