An Enforced Silence
(“…they were
prevented by the Holy Spirit from speaking the word in the province of Asia.”
Acts 16:6)
Full of sentences, a pen dragging
ink across scratchy parchment.
Will anyone read? A paper balloon floating free
until
the candle burns out. Will anyone find it in the
washed-out wadis a mile from the road?
Full of journeys, the
dead end surprised the minstrel with
too many miles on the road. Will anyone hear? A few strings of gut
vibrate against the golden gourd until the melody comes full circle.
Will anyone see the choirs in the trees?
Full of months and years,
a wanderer
stops. Fully stops. And is quiet when the
words would break out like squalls in the desert.
And the seeds are sown in
the enforced silence.
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