Silence Ascends, Sunday

There's a lot one can say

     about the power of being 
     quiet (yes, I see the irony).
When listening forefronts the mind
     other senses muscle their 
     way into place (the ears above
     all) take in the not-words
     simply song, hum and tone
     in counterpoint.
No addition necessary; I am
     mute, yet the Word bursts
     alive, verse and chorus rise
     without me. The truth
     needs no help to stand.
Even when I'm not singing
     even if I'm not yes-ing it.
Sometimes you don't get an amen.

2 comments:

  1. Oh the paradox! Big yes to daily absorbing the Song upholding all, one slow nod to (killer) your last line.

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  2. Thank you my poetic, singing friend.

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