I am willing
Willing to believe
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I don’t ask questions
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For nails in the hands
Declared forgiveness
Silent wrists
Speak of reassurance
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In my torn throat
Silent words
Well modulated
Soft whispers
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I turn my face
Towards the blank wall
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I am quiet
I am silent
I am here
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
I see religious references here as well as a personal poem. Thanks for taking on quiet. Good to see you.
There is stillness i belief, but though there are questions the answers are reassuring.
It is in the silence that we can truly ponder and declare our faith.
Terse and sharp, Alan. That’s the way to go!
Hank
feels a bit like a meditation there in the end…focusing on the blank wall…
and in the stillness, find our god…
So few words – so much meaning.
quiet of so much things, a meaningful composition
Quiet Always
And Jesus, like the Lamb he was, was silent…
Your poem is moving and gloriously true. He was there, and I am amazed.
I specially like that ending Alan ~ You have captured that moment of quiet reflection with our Lord ~
wow that was just excelent
I like the ending..a moment of contemplation.
This reminds me of eucharistic adoration – I always enjoy the meditative quiet –
WOW! Is all I can say! Stay blessed.