Silence: A Poem

by Peter

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Bound the quiet with euphonic speech-made frames,
My soul.
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Make apophatic portraits for the catholic, holy Still,
Thy goal.
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Be at peace, oh, be at peace, for peace is precious sweet,
Great Calm.
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Quiet, quiet, contemplate. Proceed, in utt’rance, thereunto
Thy balm.
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Reveal, return toward wherefrom all worded things, thought sprang
And still
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Now couples with the Song, each other’s bound, for each’s spouse
Its fill.
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Oh, Father, lead my love of silence
And of its trappings,
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Sound.
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