It's hard for 21st Century Americans to keep
(Much less explain to their children) the burden
of a whisper in mind, in times when all expect a beep
to say their dinner's done. The best is a lured-in
method taught me by my wife when Helen was in
kindergarten: "Ms. Allen says when she has something
important to say she lowers her voice, akin
to telling a secret." And that resonates for me: Ding!
Like when you lay dying, and i lost my job.
I sat with you like Jonah under a sun-shading tree:
Angry and for my anger hard of hearing, but God
kept softly saying: "I'm sad, too. You can hear me
sob in the short blossom-space of a rose, or a hand's trace
across your streaming tears. Just be glad we ever spake."
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