The Wall of Silence
I tore down the wall of silence
That I built inside my heart
I listened to my own silent prayer
It told me to listen to you
It was not a silence of speaking
But a silence of hearing
Of hearing words of salvation
Of faith and hope and surrender
Somehow I thought planting
My own tobacco would keep me pure
Water and sunlight
And the Native American soil
The Peace Pipe I carved
The dreamcatcher I wove
The eagle feathers I captures
On my pocket telephone
I’m tired of looking at women
Like they are different car models
Cars I cannot afford
And rides I’ll never take
Somehow I need a gospel
A story of good news
About where we are headed
And what out inheritance is
In the super pharmacy
They sell a beverage made with wine
In a bottle with a cork
But it cannot lift you higher
© 2020 John “JohnnyArt” Pavlou
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