Sunday, August 07, 2016

SHARP WATER, A POEM ABOUT THE HOPE FOR TRANSLATION


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Sharp Water,
A Poem About The Hope For Translation


Like the sharp water
That flows beneath the ice
There is a silence we all know;
It is
Unanswered,
Spoken in eye contact,
Whispered in a touch.
It waits for the songs
That rise before dawn.
It is a mute voice
We were not meant to possess.
We
Were forged to be singers,
A chorus that conquers
Darkness;
But now we mutter
Our own denial
And wait in the gloom,
Listening
For the words of life*
To melt our ice
That we may sing.



*"Simon Peter answered him, "Lord to whom should we go? You have the words of eternal life." John 6:68.

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