Silence Ascends, Sunday {a #poem}
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.
