Poetry list
silentium
what kind of god
has no speech or
strength and power
yet infant love
lies in manger’s
wood as rough
as cross’s arms
of death where
all words end
in another cry
into noon’s night
this mute silence
means all in love’s
economy of mystery
reaching deep and
everlastingly into
every heart of flesh
the hope that blooms
and lasts below the
beating brevity of
our fleeting importance
are you there
© Neil Thompson 2023