Waiting At the Gate of Blind Silence

waiting at the gate of blind silence time has its moments often taunting our emotions with treadmill journeys along trails of hopelessness time tested— we erect fences around tender emotions hiding them in holes of silence forgetting— silence like war breeds naked destruction indeed there is no equanimity in the shared pain of love: each heart determines its own yet echoes of reality refuse to fade— reconciliation’s key hangs and waits to open gates through which silence escapes and battered love enters bandaged in the shared grace of giving and receiving forgiveness once the jingling bell of love is rung it cannot be silenced: open your heart and you will hear and see its screaming echoes and me standing at the gate waiting invitation.