Out of Silence

It's not from cacophony we reap
but out of silence



We know of God
of man
of things

We know our hearts
we know our minds
we know if they align



Not the kind that's birthed
but the kind that has always been

In city's that never sleep
background noise never fades
find your silence then
within white noise
part of why fans were made



your focus becomes that of a breeze
solace
space to create



the Holy Spirit guides your hands
you write as if possessed
without thinking of what comes next
it's here where genius lays



you're not your own
used for a purpose greater than yourself
greater than your natural gifts

a vessel lauded
throughout history
some put on pedestals
some ridiculed
all miss-understood

Out of silence
God
not man

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