Losing our Voice

“Pardon all runners,

All speechless, alien winds,

All mad waters.

Pardon their impulses,

Their wild attitudes,

Their young flights, their reticence.

When a message has no clothes on

How can it be spoken.”

― Thomas Merton

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life is full of wild winds

that roar and howl

through our lives

bending and twisting

pushing

cutting through our defenses

and leaving us cold

and naked

there  things

we cannot fully see

or understand

which we cannot grasp and control

torment us

and freeze our hearts

and in our frozen

misunderstanding we would howl back

answering the violence

shrieking

spitting into the wind

and in the violent gusts

of hate and prejudice

our message of love

is stripped

and naked

disappears