waiting at the gate of blind silence

time has

its moments

often taunting

our emotions

with treadmill journeys

along trails of hopelessness

 

time tested—

we erect fences

around tender emotions

hiding them in holes of silence

forgetting—

silence like war

breeds naked destruction

 

indeed there is no equanimity

in the shared pain of love:

each heart determines its own

 

yet echoes of reality

refuse to fade—

reconciliation’s key hangs

and waits to open gates

through which silence escapes

and battered love enters

bandaged in the shared grace

of giving and receiving forgiveness

 

once the jingling bell of love is rung

it cannot be silenced:

open your heart and you will hear

and see its screaming echoes

and me standing at the gate

waiting invitation.