I lived for years with a silence
to which I would not pay heed.
Instead I tried to fill it with words.
It proved to be (only recently) one
not of deficiency, but of satiation –
a brimful cup -- yet also the silence
of longing, like the Master’s glance
rendering His lover speechless inside and out.
A silent tune to pay a mind to
rather than thought-words or the world’s roar.
A silence without the cessation of noise
yet which no sound may penetrate
nor could it ever be dispelled
because it is the original silence
to which we all must return –
where the real things are given and received.
O child of God, enough of words.
Let silence speak for itself.
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