the union of silence

the bound lift their hands and the chains rise

clanging and bouncing off each other

in a dance of bondage wanting freedom

and a symphony lies with the links

though dungeons holds their souls in isolation

like a score holds the music

around which the dancers dance

for a while all seems lost until a baby's born

who knows how to cry when the chained dare not

who long with each other for some open heart

some crack in the facade of humanity presumed sane

but lost behind words of kindness limited to a few

what music is made occurs united with silence

until what is longed for breaks as a surprise instantly expected

when survivors walk free with lose hanging smiles

beneath their eyes wondering why it took so long

*Thoughts of Frederick Buechner:

-The dance of the nations is a dance of death.

-The question is, what are we defending, our enemies and we?

-...what sort of peace can there be when terror is at the heart of it?

*Now

happens

always

always

 has

 always

 will

 to know

 the this

under

 this and that

  just

 this

is

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.