A Loud and Persistent Silence
Sometimes, she hears the ocean’s roar
when she cups her palms over her ears.
It’s not acoustics, but a coppery river
under pressure, her own blood.
Particularly present tonight, she waits.
Breathing in, then out in meditation.
She prays for clarification, wisdom,
determined to rescue a meaning.
There is no way to separate God’s voice
from the relentless roar of it.
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