the sound before faith

Tristan Robert Lange

i sit here—cry—

not that i wonder

why?

hunted—will i be saved—

i won’t play a lyre

while affixed to

a pyre.

what can really be said?

what can i do

but sit here and

wait?

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 1, 2025.

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arqios November 1st, 2025 05:46
I read “the sound before faith” as a poem about the raw space before belief, like when you’re stripped of answers and left only with waiting.
The opening cry isn’t confusion but inevitability. The refusal to “play a lyre / while affixed to a pyre” rejects false consolation, insisting on honesty in suffering.
What remains is silence: not yet faith, not quite despair. It’s the cry before belief, the pause before resolution; uncomfortable, but deeply human. 🙏🕊️

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