Silence is not golden

If you have a voice,
Stop singing
And shout for compassion. 
Love is the antidote for fear.
Why and what do we fear?
Let love answer your questions,
Compelling you
To be..
In the boat,
Behind the veil,
Under the intervention,
Misunderstood
And marginalised.
Let your voice cry out..
Until grace fills the world
And love overcomes.
Till then,
We have a long
And lonely journey.
Silence makes our world
Dulled,
Blindness
Steals reality
From being seen .
All answers are silent
Until spoken.

There was a time

there was once a time
when there were no words.
no memory,
not even a story to tell. 
There was a time 
that came before
all that we have ever believed to be true,
all that we have treasured,
debated, studied, fought for and retained.
For there was a time where only truth remained.
there was no need for this truth to be taught,
there was no need for consent or adherance,
no need for disciples or scribes or chapters or verses,
this truth was supported by itself.
If we threw away everything and emptied our knowledge of it all
it would still remain as true.
Surely the great pilgrimage
is to accept that in all that we know,
we know very little.
sometimes I feel like the ant
climbing the first tile of the opera house
trying to reach the one above,
blissfully unaware of the sails that soar
Into the heavens
above my pursuit.

Sometimes

Sometimes I fear we are silent to the truth
and rather loud to the less significant. 
Sometimes I fear that love is smothered 
And compassion is denied. 
Could it be
That the words we study
Remain lifeless
Arousing out anger
Whilst silent to its inspiration.