ADVENT: SILENCE
ADVENT: SPEAK (TENDERLY)
by Timothy Haut
Into the vast emptiness,
the infinite silence,
the Word was spoken.
"Good,"
it seemed to say,
echoing through immense chasms
of nothingness,
piercing the primordial darkness with light,
stirring dancing atoms
into whales and birds and dragonflies,
roaring in great surging tides
of wind and water and blowing grass.
"Love,"
it called again,
and this time it rattled the windows
of a warm bedroom
where a dying woman
lay propped up on pillows,
sipping ginger ale from a paper cup.
She stared at the blank TV set
beyond her toes,
then smiled at a flitting memory
of sun on water, of a wondrous kiss,
of all tender whispers held
in the One Voice,
now calling her.
"Love," she heard,
"Come."
(Comments to Tim at timothyhaut@yahoo.com.)
Deep River, CT