A Poetic Silence

It is human to acknowledge a loss

It is human to seek solidarity for a worthy cause

It is human to stop to ponder

It is human to stand still for him who had gone yonder

It is human to weep a saint who slept

It is human to bow and be divinely felt

It is human to rise for Christ-like neighbours

It is human to wait for true Zion saviours

It is divine to be one and the same, in public and in private

It is human to seek to be divine in the house and at the gate