There’s a lot one can say
about the power of being
quiet (yes, I see the irony).
When listening forefronts the mind
other senses muscle their
way into place (the ears above
all) take in the not-words
simply song, hum and tone
in counterpoint.
No addition necessary; I am
mute, yet the Word bursts
alive, verse and chorus rise
without me. The truth
needs no help to stand.
Even when I’m not singing
even if I’m not yes-ing it.
Sometimes you don’t get an amen.
Thank you my poetic, singing friend.
Oh the paradox! Big yes to daily absorbing the Song upholding all, one slow nod to (killer) your last line.