“Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.” Charles Simic

Monday, June 6, 2011

Redemption

by Thomas E. Squiers
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I took the silence
that was
in my head
and placed it on the outside
of me

I asked the silence
to protect me
but it did not 

I took the rage
that was
in my head
and placed it on the outside
of me

I asked the rage
to protect me
but it did not

So I began searching
for a clue
to this game
and realized 
the answers are before me

And the wind carried me up
And the clouds fell all around
And the sparrows began 
dancing, dancing

And Mother Earth 
took me
and wrapped me in 
Her arms
and I began 
dancing, dancing

And the silence
and the rage
were no more

And Father Sky 
took me
and wrapped me in
His arms 
and I began
singing, singing

And the silence 
and the rage
were no more