The Silence
Is
there silence anywhere?
Do
we always have to actively seek quiet,
hide
from the noise,
even
beautiful sounds,
cacophony more
powerful?
When I
was a child I read a Golden Book
about
Mrs. Flibberty-Jib and her husband.
City
noises drove them batty so they moved to the country
for
the quieter moos and chirps and that helped.
But
they did not get away into total silence,
just
quieter, just better.
The
world is pandemonium,
the
loud clang of history
deafens
our hope.
The
gurus of the world
demand
isolation, quiet breathing,
shutting
out the world, even
muting
our own heartbeats.
Jesus stole
away for the silence to pray.
There
was a great silence in Heaven about half an hour
before
the seventh seal opened. Was it truly silence?
Do
we have to wait for God’s Promised Return
before
Silence reigns, when God can finally sleep
because
of the deep sound of peace on Earth,
and
finally good will between all men, women,
children,
animals and Nature?
Seems
so. Wake me up gently when it comes.
Vern Fein
A
recent octogenarian, Vern Fein has published over 250 poems on over ninety
different sites, a few being: A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Words and Whispers,
Calla Press. Ariel Chart, Taj Mahal Review, Young Raven’s Review, and Stick
Figure. His first poetry book—I WAS YOUNG AND THOUGHT IT WOULD CHANGE—was
released earlier this year.