Morning Silence
Silence
in the morning
before the buds have awakened,
gathering
on
branches of spring.
Soldiers
clad in another faith,
who
guard a tomb,
carved
from
stone.
Those
who've beaten the flesh
and nailed the limbs.
Silence
in the morning
before the hearts of the chosen
have been opened,
gathering
in
empty rooms of fear.
copyright 1995 - Donald P James Jr
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