Oh the Silence; and Oh the Voice

Such silence: such mystic silence; and such voice: such mystic

Voice. The tears, an upwelling: the pain, a cleansing; and we

Die so lightly; and we live, so partial. If only the wind: carry

My soul; and priestly wounds, a mother’s cries. I walk the

Clouds, a fraught ideal; and swim the stars, a Father’s prayers;

And thus to pause; and thus to sigh. Compose and fly: fly and

Soar; else the pain, a pit of snakes; and else the hurt, a sea of

Thorns; and Love, a river; and warmth, a cold; but oh the

Comfort; and oh the tears. What has come: a psychic ghost; and

What has fled, a whisper soft; and oh the silence; and oh the

Voice; and oh the love, the deepest wound. Such is prayer, a

Cryptic burn; and such is pain, a cryptic light; and thus the joy,

A sudden raft; and thus the hurt, a forest nib. Cry and fall: wail

And fly; for flaming faith, an aura vibe.