Usher me more and more, O Jah…

into the…silence…of You

where my lips don the shawl

of Your…hushed…view.

Transport my spirit further…

to a place of…mute

in a room that has...waited

where I play a…silent…flute.

The melodies of which

erase completely the inner…glitch

scattering all long-ago sears,

allowed and entertained…

for a shadowed reason… all these years.

Until this redeeming season

arriving right on time

dispersed by…Your Will… a mandate…

initiating the rout…of em-bedded tine.

And I praise ...You…

I worship…You…for this...q-u-i-e-t...

such as I’ve never heard

I glorify…You…

I adore…You…for this fulfillment of

Your Word.

With onset of…mutter-less…days

a childhood malady…is now being released

flying away, hence…

like uninhibited, tattered... paper sheets

wrought by Your Delivering Winds of…

Silence...!

Jer 29:12-13, Zech 2:13, Ps 30:2, Eccl 3:1&7

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