Out of earshot
Enough words, my Lord said, in His silence
but in fact, o seeker, you’ve always been
satisfied with words marked as true,
measuring your appraised worth
against those gathered, long ago
uttered words and their echoes –
sound waves crashing on an empty shore;
words always read from someone else’s book.
It’s taken you so long to hear it –
truth doesn’t enter through the ear.
Seeking the living among the dead,
you’ve gather around you like a consensus,
cardboard and paper gravestones
as you pray so touchingly, beseech so effetely
with borrowed, lifeless images and ideas for a truth
that was never there for you or has long since fled.
O child of God, are you not yet tired of words?
Seek the truth out of earshot – in the cavern of your chest.