109,831 poems read

The Silence of the Saints

I wonder about the silence of the Saints
I don't hear them crying-
I sit and listen to their quietness
I wonder if our tears are their tears
As we sit and morn our dead
Stunned by the brutality
Of what we do to each other
Is their silence different than ours
Do they morn our failure to live in spirit-
I hear their call and wipe their tear from my eye