It is only in the quiet that I can hear.
It is only in the quiet that I can hear.
If I open the door, the blast of the sounds of the world are so strong they knock me over.
If I leave the house, the howling of the sirens forces me back.
If I go to the office, the rat-a-tat-tat of the keyboard gives me a migraine.
It is only in the quiet that I can hear.
In the quiet, the ancestor's voices are soft, warm and welcoming.
In the quiet, I form the words I need to feel you.
In the quiet, I do not feel the pressure of a world that demands that I leave the quiet.
In the quiet, I do not acknowledge the hands all over me,
straining to drag me into their belief that I should get over it.
It is only in the quiet that I can hear.
By: Colleen Peterson
Holy Lament member
