"Between Silences"
Like time,
Silence swings from the artificial vines of man.
The soundless whisper of God alone is loud enough for one to hear,
To understand,
To awake from a still thought.
Between is not,
As a midpoint rests not on a line,
An indefinite being.
Sound,
An indefinite ringing.
Thought,
The loudest of them all,
With outcome as bold as ever.
A horizon's stream of golden currents,
Metallic in thrust and beat of spirit,
Reverberate as from towers standing twin.
Silence is between the thought and the word,
Yet alone in verity.
It is definite,
As sound spans the length of God's arms,
Trickling into our ears.
-FMG
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