Needless noise haunts this haven,
Blaring horns and boisterous pipes,
Restless people shuffling papers,
Labored breathing through fiber masks.
Distant rumblings - rocket tests,
Shakes me from a ringing slumber,
Looking up to gaze and ponder,
You’re infinitely silent.
If I hear at all; a whisper:
This chalice I’m to drink,
To understand Your silence,
And expand my frame in wisdom.
Nothing less through the ages;
Saints, prophets, sages all the same.
Adoring the invisible
Through faith that makes visible.
Gary Edward Geraci
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