Silence in the midst of hubbub
Sweeps across a crowded room
To land on ever-anxious ears,
Wanting, waiting to be
stilled.
Needing nurture,
Seeking solace,
Wishing wisdom come to call,
Wistful wanting
Fuels frustration
In this clustered
free-for-all.
Blissful silence sweeps
forever.
Listless souls may now
rejoice.
Sweet surrender calls my
name.
Fleeting question is…
Who’s voice?
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