A RING IN THE SILENCE IS NOT OFTEN HEARD...
Whether by falling rocks
Or life interred
Whether by howling wind
Or oceans stirred
Whether by swinging sign
Or broken word
A ring in the silence
Is not often heard
Like a wolf in the wait
Watching one leave the herd
Like the stunning sublime
Conquered by the absurd
Like a moth in the light
Getting caught by a bird
A ring in the silence
Is not often heard
When sickness spreads
And goes uncured
When crisis strikes
And floods occurred
When breath is given
But death’s preferred
A ring in the silence
Is not often heard
First comes the dark
The moon is secured
Second, the light
And fear is deterred
Then, it’s the hope
And freedom comes third
A ring in the silence
May, finally, be heard
Though my ears are impaired
And my vision is blurred
Though my hands are ensnared
And my speech becomes slurred
My short life is spared
By a prayer and a word
A ring in the silence
Is finally heard...
