Bidden the Hidden
Introverts sometimes do more’n,
Superman, Wonder Woman, or Thor can.
Listening to a quiet “Who?”, allowed Horton,
To unfurl a world and save the forlorn.
Great spaces lie on the bottom sans horn,
Awaiting an ear to discover the unborn.
In quiet ponder questions that try to learn,
Before time replaces old with modern,
Each day an opportunity to yearn or mourn.
Tease out the hidden that loud noises scorn.
Copyright © Chaim Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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