Needless noise haunts this haven,
Blaring horns and boisterous pipes,
Restless people shuffling papers,
Labored breathing through fiber masks.
Distant rumblings - rocket tests,
Shakes me from a ringing slumber,
Looking up to gaze and ponder,
You’re infinitely silent.
If I hear at all; a whisper:
This chalice I’m to drink,
To understand Your silence,
And expand my frame in wisdom.
Nothing less through the ages;
Saints, prophets, sages all the same.
Adoring the invisible
Through faith that makes visible.
Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: March 13th, 2021 12:37
- Category: Love
- Views: 49
Comments2
Well written, Gary. Very smart.
Thank you Jerry for your read and affirmation! Ah - I hit the “Report” button rather than the “Reply” button in my last response to your affirmation - if you are notified - this is why (and you’ll see the same thank you as in the first line of this response).
So easily done.
A fine write Gary.
Some rather stern hymns say similar, e.g. 'Let all mortal flesh keep silence'.
I read in a book: 'I tried to cough reverently!' (lol)
Thank you Orchidee - now, for the sake of your very life you want to cough as covertly as possible less you rattle the ire of the COVID patrol!
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