A reflection on God's silence
I sit and hear
about the man
from Guatemalashot last week
by cops who never
sob about wrongdoing. I see
bony children in
unlit apartmentsneglected, abused,
desperately crying
in beaten mothers’arms. I hear people
talk about martyrs, agony
without end, the deathof the world, the vain
cries everywhere, the
churches unable to seeand hear beyond their
sullen Sabbath. I
dwell on the silenceof God.
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