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Where are you in all these words

          Spilling out to fill the time

          With little sense of the sublime

And even less of what occurs

Between the spaces and the joy

          Of silence.  Oh, when will they pause

          To let a heart which here adours

The unspoken and unthought, enjoy

The richness that does not demand

          An explanation or a fact,

          Contented simply to react

To your spirit's soft command;

Because I need a sacred space

          Unconfused by text or deeds,

          Unconscious of human needs

Or even of specific place

But one where I can listen to

          Your voice singing from the earth

          Your music antheming the worth

Of everything that's born anew.

Brian Hick May 2011

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