Soundless and Unceasing


God
What shall I say to you
What shall you say
To me

I worry about words
When I think
Maybe all I need do
Even at the start
Is listen

You know
I’m engaged
And thinking of you
Without a
“Dear” or “hi”
I think

There is
Something called
Communing
And maybe that’s what I might
Do with you
Without the noise
Without
The volume
Or the volume
Of
Distraction

Hear
Perhaps with
Ears to hear
Say something
When
You know
Something
To say

And let that sixth sense
Work its magic
For a change
Not as counting
But an indication that
Something special
Might be
Happening

And
For all I know
We’ll slide into Kairos
For a while

And when it’s time
(hah)
An amen
Implied


C L Couch


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