Silence

I listened to the silence one sleepless night,
And it revealed some disconcerting  facts.
It said I was wrong to suppose I was right
About an alarming number of my acts.

It wasted no words to scold me directly
For thinking the worst of a troubled friend.
“Without all the facts, you judge incorrectly.”
I thrashed, knowing I had fences to mend.

The silence had even bolder claims to make,
Pointing out I had been uncivil to my wife.
“Don’t you know you make her heart ache?”
I had to admit I had caused her untold strife.

It was almost time to get ready for work,
But silence had one more charge to raise.
“You filed your tax returns with a  sly smirk.”
It was true; I was past due to mend my ways.

Silence has a way of cutting to the quick—
Of airing what is hidden when voiced aloud.
It shouts out every subterfuge and trick;
If we listen, our honesty will be endowed.

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