Return Me My Silence

The Lord gives,

And the Lord takes.

Silence is stolen by

The most greedy of thieves,

Flying away with their treasure.

The precious quiet, the safety within

Like the womb of innocence,

Leaving behind it to enter the world.

It was priceless,

Yet it cost everything.

The Lord gives,

And the Lord takes.

Oh, the noise that this world is!

Everyone yelling.

Everyone calling.

Sirens and horns

And the bells––Oh the bells!

Calling over here for you.

Calling over here for he.

Crying echoes through the night,

Echoing through every room and house.

Yelling sounds throughout the day––

Men shaking their fists at the sun.

And the bells

That toll the time

Are the loudest.

Oh the noise––

Ever present

Ever present

The noise that floods the ears,

The eyes,

The heart,

The soul.

The Lord gives,

And the Lord takes.

And when the last bell chimes,

And as he lies still,

Being rested,

All is hushed;

The Lord gives,

And the Lord takes.

And he is once again united with

His silence.