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Ode to the quiet – By @currantjones

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September 24, 2019

By Tommy Currant

Ode to the quiet

You shepherds of tranquil hours,Curators of midnight peace,Hidden depths, unspoken powers.Told so often it was weaknessTo let your voice go unheard,Damned as meek or shy or mild,And in the same breath,Their criticism blurred, For you are such a kind child,And kind shall be your shibboleth.

For you are one and powerful,That silent majority,Over whom the bright and colourfulCrash and rage, a violent seaWho do not see you when you Hold your breathes, tongues orSighs. As they cavort in Rowdy ecstasy, throughPatience learned long before,You seek your place among the din.

Laugh at those who tell youYou shall inherit the earth,For it is yours now. You, whoMay have screamed at birth,But who fell quiet and learned That thoughts could liveUnspoken, nurtured by a tenderMind. And having earnedThe right to air, the words you giveShall sing with righteous splendour.

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