A Silent God
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Barry Middleton
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if ever he did speak in words
for long he has been mute
and yet there is a whispered wind
that I cannot dispute
for hints of sacred stars anoint
the silence of the breeze
as if a lesson I must learn
stirs here beneath the trees
the blue of sky reflects the sea
in nurturing the view
the trees cast shadows on the lawn
to bless the world anew
at sunset silent ghosts emerge
a footstep on the stair
perhaps a quiet god may walk
with darkness unaware
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