Is there silence anywhere?
Do we always have to actively seek quiet,
hide from the noise,
even beautiful sounds,
cacophony more powerful?
When I was a child I read a Golden Book
about Mrs. Flibberty-Jib and her husband.
City noises drove them batty so they moved to the country
for the quieter moos and chirps and that helped.
But they did not get away into total silence,
just quieter, just better.
The world is pandemonium,
the loud clang of history
deafens our hope.
The gurus of the world
demand isolation, quiet breathing,
shutting out the world, even
muting our own heartbeats.
Jesus stole away for the silence to pray.
There was a great silence in Heaven about half an hour
before the seventh seal opened. Was it truly silence?
Do we have to wait for God’s Promised Return
before Silence reigns, when God can finally sleep
because of the deep sound of peace on Earth,
and finally good will between all men, women,
children, animals and Nature?
Seems so. Wake me up gently when it comes.
Originally published in Poets Of The Promise