Quaker

Silence pervades

It seeps into everywhere

It drowns noise

And erases questions. 

When I seek God’s grace

It is a steel door, a prison

Wall. 

An absolute universe of ‘No!’

Silence is the event horizon 

I have come here to be consumed by its Super massive Black-mass gravity

Silence as vivisection 

Silence as primrose ministry

Or is the silence a scream

In the mind 

Shattering tea time

And wilting flowers

I come to silence, the surgeon

Excuse me while I bleed in sympathy.

Silence as meandering down suburban irritations or 

Silence the Christ kiss

Peace maker

Yo do

If you believe in God truly,

The name no longer matters,

But you don’t

And it does.

If you experience a fraction of God 

You don’t need to believe 

But you haven’t 

and you do

If you think God does not exist

Then you are sure 

And you know 

beyond the end

But you don’t 

And you can’t