Ssshhhhh…

A messenger god of less talk

Angels immediately find their function.

I know, I’ve seen them.

They swiftly gravitate to where no other thing can hold us.

I know, I’ve held them.

Who govern the Universe and the mundane,

Emissaries of Divine things.

I know, they’re secret.

As a messenger god of less talk

And more prayers assigned to task.

Maybe, to some, that is why

Silence is afforded

Like time, violins, fortitude and merging

And the patience of despair.

Shuffling our feet through myths,

Seamless and violent.

Oh, to make suffering aft,

To live in a life where prayers are answered,

Even before they are asked!

For fine answers mark their completion,

To the deadline of dreams,

For this messenger god

Who does not talk,

Seeks to meet them.