Mother Teresa
When the nun prayed to god she got silence she wanted
a sign that her faith was not in vain; the stillness was
intolerable, she cast herself into work amongst the poor
and tired only slept four hours a night, and yet there was
a rumbling hush, and she knew there was no god, yet
continued her work as she could not leave the order and
denounce god, so she died waiting for his sign.
I do understand prayed once and silence dripped as tears
from the beams, was that a sign my baffled brain asked?
No reply. To believe in nothing is a creed, as nothing
rooms a world of denial and new possibilities, but to have
no faith is to invite melancholy into your home, you know,
as knife’s sharp slash in your heart, death is forever, there
is no memory of beauty and you will not hear the silence.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
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