The power of poetry is often expressed in the silence between the words – felt in the things unsaid. What to not say is the question. Prose drones on until the words fade into meaningless noise. Preachers and politicians speak, rant and rail until the meaning is lost and all that remains is the noisy shell of desires being blown out to sea. Endless words, repeated, and reinforced build a fortress where compassion breaks on the ramparts and mercy is locked in the deepest dungeons.
People surround themselves with noise to prevent their minds from turning on. Busyness replaces care and concern. Loud music drowns out the cry of the homeless. The rumble of traffic pushes past the lonely in need of a friendly word and a simple touch of concern.
Listen to the silence. Dare to let your mind be pulled to the song of a bird, of water over the rocks, or the wind in the trees.
It is in the quiet places of our heart where we find strength and compassion. It is in the song of the sky where we hear the voice of our creator.
Stop reading, turn off the TV, and sit in the silence of the trees for a time.
The best poem would have no words, but would say it all.