The Rise of Silence

They believe that we are no threat.And they are right.Yet little do they knowThe power of Silence Though immersed and surrounded by it.They rarely notice And certainly, never give ear.For there is too much to say.Too much to do.Too little time.They are too busy Doing goodTo hear.While all the while Silence grows.With deafening stealth.Until…Silence only knows.But those who listen Hear…and wait.For the endWe all suppose.The end when noise Has worn itself out When words have had their sayWhen scheming, toiling, and anguish cease,When all that’s left is deathly Silence,That will be the day.The day when silent Hearts are still.And noise is done away.And then break forth Eternal Day!When Silence speaksAnd earth bursts forthIn radiant LifeThe fruit of silentSuffering souls.Thrice provenThrough woeful noise.And then crying, weeping Covering ears,The chattering hordeWill hideIn rocks and hills And corn whisky stillsWith the one thing they can’t abide.For hide as they will,The Silence still Will find them thereAnd chase themGod only knows where,Till Silence reigns From plane to planeAnd peaceBe our rewardFor bearing the griefOf their unbeliefIn Silence.…Yes, they believe that We are no threat…And they are right.