Never Still Silence

Listening to his silence
A flame inside
Stilling from the violence
Heart run and hide

An unsuspecting victim
Stumbles on the trip
Waiting for the dictum
Or another soulless quip

Yet obedient the quietude
Motionless and cold
Fire burning bright
Melt this selfless mould

Bidding him to speak
Sweet words to the ears
The silence to break
So conquer the fears

"Not yet" he silently whispers
"Not yet. My child be still"
"Wait as my Spirit stirs"
"Let my silence spill"

Awaiting thou lovers call
In the silence of this cavity
Willing thou self not to fall
A victim of such gravity

Listening to his silence
The soul begins to fill
Breaking from the violence
Open to his will