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Silence Listens

and then...the wind swept
over the field like a whisper
that can be heard but ~
  never understood

like forgotten dreams
the second we awake ~
were they quiet while we slept,
or a cacophonous frenzy
in which silence is noisy words
which translate to nothings?

we're better forgetting them anyway
lest...they trouble our day
like a barking dog through a picket fence,
yet, when we look, it's all not there ~
all that's left are windswept fields where
whispers are only ~ imagined?

Note: A poem is never finished; It's only abandoned - Paul Valery

Silence Listens

Silence listens to the voices of the people 
while on earth, a wisp of wind digresses   
In heaven God listens to each silent call  
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence breathes quietly at the crack of dawn  
respiring softly at the ledge of twilight sunset  
Silence sits at the nucleus of our souls and lies 
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is at the ear of the heart it does not speak 
gently it leads us with a cupped hand to peace 
It knows how to collect waterfalls and breezes 
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is my linguistic heaven, my favorite speech 
it is my mantra, my Yoga Master, my go to place 
When things overwhelm I go to Silence and live,       
at the footfalls of Silence....

Silence Listens

In the deluge of the surging river of life
Flooding me with devastating agony
I feel my senses sink deep within 
With the debris of somber spirit.

As from the eroded banks of existence 
I see my time disappear in the wreckage
I hear the distant bell toll relentless
Waft faintly in the still air, calling me.

And then the music of life gets silenced 
In the broken violin that I lose in an instant
Submerged in solitude I hear the murmur 
Of the sonorous stream within my soul.

As I search for me in introspection
I hear it whisper the swan song of perception
Resonating with the penultimate rhythm 
Of the soulful melody of the last symphony.  

I transcend the limits of time and space 
Yearning to embrace the perpetual peace
I talk to my soul to attain holiness for me
In the stillness of inner sanctum silence listens.

Silence Listens

Silence listens to tremors of twilight,
spilled across shorelines bathed in lilac,
awaiting the soft sinking of the sun ~ 
soaked in storms of heavy heartbeats,
a Braille of dreams, a touch of secrets,
      like the wind that feels and follows,
the cracks within the crevices of the moon ~
a ballerina lost in the music of grief.
Perhaps lips of horizon could taste,
        savor, and drink in stillness, 
when the world ceases to cherish kindness,
love that rests in the lungs of the skyline,
where sighs of stars reveal the veiled glow~
unspoken reasons written in quiescence...

But can the dusk trace the weight of trying?
This mind is a nightingale,
        featherless ... forever restless,
held by ripples between the birth of hope ~ 
the shattering of nightfalls ~
                swathed in numbness…

Silence Listens

Throughout all the unyielding, cacophonous clamour,
Within the intricacies of intersecting timelines,
Overwhelmingly gnawing inside even the most remote labyrinths of your mind,
Silence listens to every rapid thrash of a trepidatious heart,
Adheres to the wheezing forced from infolding lungs,
Travels from one neuron to another,
Always looking for a pathway to calm your inner demons.
But in spite of all its longings to fix the trauma-laced flames licking your soul,
Its dreams are continuously unsuccessful,
As it paradoxically gets drowned by all the nightmarish noise.

Where Silence Listens

A snow-capped mountain where nobody goes;
             a forest thick with foliage and trees;
      a river which meanders as it flows
               through spaces that nobody likely sees;
an expanse of sand too wide to be traversed;
             a tundra where no man cares to abide;
a spot deep in the sea that’s not yet cursed;
              a forgotten weed-infested graveside.
In this world where so many places teem
            with humanity and the chaos we bring,
there still exists the quiet of a dream
           and nature has evaded mankind’s sting.
Where silence listens, sounds are wild or raw,
       like wind-rush, 
                 wave-roar or 
                                  simple crow-caw.

Silence Listens

Find fortitude and strength when life gets tough
Keep going when the future's looking rough
Step back from those whose only claim to fame
Is deceitfully blackening your name.

Sadly there are those who will bring you down
Turning smiles upside down and brows to frown
They’ll get their comeuppance, yes that is true
For God knows exactly the bad they do.

He will look out for us, no matter what 
Some things are certainly never forgot
So live in the peace that's truly deserved
Enjoy each moment, forget someone's curse.

Silence listens when one’s being back stabbed
One day those guilty will get their own back.

Silence Listens

The pain in his face spoke loudly
a look of anger and betrayal
    "I'm sorry," tearfully said
A pounding echo rang in his heart
    "Please! Forgive me!"
His eyes slowly lifted, with a deep breath of quiet
She stretched out her trembling hand
    feeling shame
He silently turned and walked away

The Page That Listens, But Never Her

Everyone reads what I write,
Except the one it’s meant for.
She never do.
She never will.

And I ask myself,
Do these words mean anything,
Or are they just a lullaby
For a heart that forgot how to sleep?

Maybe I write to lie,
To pretend silence was a choice,
Not a sentence carved into me.

I stitched my mouth shut
With thread made of shame,
The same shame they threw at me
Just for existing,
Just for breathing wrong.

Now only the page listens.
It takes my guilt like it’s used to it,
Lets my ache spill and settle
Like smoke in a locked room,

And when I write,
I’m dragging up the ghost
Just to bury it again, deeper,
Like maybe this time
It’ll stay down.

This isn’t poetry.
It’s a body laid open.
Every reader,
A witness to the cut,
To the blood,
To the wound that never closed,
Except for the one
Who was supposed to see it.

May Listens to her Guardians Advice as she Sleeps

May loved her bedspread, vintage, fifty’s, yellow chenille
Worn in many places, but it still had a magical feel
She felt the presence of the former owner of the spread too
An elderly lady who had lived to the ripe age of one hundred and two

A guardian who advised May while she dreamed and slept
Wish my own children had listened to me, the old lady wept
Bedspread and advice were so sacred to the empath, May
She had it buried with her in her coffin on her burial day.

GOD LISTENS GRACES US HIS MOUTH SPEAKS BRINGS FORTH LIFE-

I see your smile
It embraces me
Tender earlobes listening
~
Holy-Wholly sweet lips speaking
Life
God’s mouth speaks life
~
His breaths in us
God listens graces us eyes vison
His Holy renditions

10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO LISTENS TO US WHEN WE SPEAK TO HIM

June 3 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 13-15

Key Verse – Job 13:3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO LISTENS TO US 
WHEN WE SPEAK TO HIM	

Praise be to God for listening to us 
when we speak to Him by His:
Grace about our guilt’s struggles
Goodness along His gift of salvation
Grandeur upon His granted strength
Guidance, girding our spiritual sustenance
Greatness, governed through His sovereignty

Job 14:20 Praise be to the Lord for prevailing over us with His:
Help against our helplessness
Holiness along His heavenly heralding
Hope to hover before our hopelessness
Honour that humbles us for our health-happiness
Hoisting against humiliating and hampering hindrances

Job 15:11 Praise be to the Saviour for 
His consolations always:
Inspirational along His virtues
Innumerable and victorious
Influencing valiant vows
Important, never vain
Instilling values. Amen!

June 3, 2024

You barely know me

You barely know me
You make lots of assumptions
You never listen

He Listens

The door bell rang while I was asleep
And since I was asleep it rang only once
I guess He didn't want to wake me up
For He's known how I've had a hectic weekend 

A letter came in for me
A letter I'd been waiting for a while
Most days I'd run to check my mail
But today I was in no rush at all 

I guess I had the feeling I'd been answered
That my wait was worth it
For finally something came through for me
To brighten up my day for its been chilly 

The words on the letter were precise
"Go forth my son I've heard you
I've seen how you've been patient
It's time for you to receive now" 

That why I went out today overjoyed
For I got an answer, an answer I needed
And now I can look on to the days to come
Knowing that He listens, it just takes time to get through 

The PO£T

People Often Write Because No One Listens

We have two ears
But many people can’t still hear
Different contexts
Breed different blockages
People often write because no one listens

Marriages can fall apart
Because partners often don’t listen to each other
Defending their cause
They give themselves applause
Not realizing the cause can be a listening deficit!

People often write because no one listens
Different contexts
Breed different blockages
We have two ears
But many people can’t still hear
When they are in their situation

Don’t only hear what you want to hear!
Listen 
Because people often write because many do not listen

Mark Frank

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