I pray and incur silence. Some take that silence
for refusal.
I feel the power
that, invisible, catches me
by the sleeve, nudging….
I know its ways with me;
how it enters my life,
is present rather
before I perceive it, sunlight quivering
on a bare wall.
Is it consciousness trying
to get through?
Am I under
regard?
It takes me seconds
to focus, by which time
it has shifted its gaze….
It has the universe
to be abroad in.
There is nothing I can do
but fill myself with my own
silence, hoping it will approach
like a wild creature to drink….(R.S.Thomas)
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