there is a quiet i have not heard
a silence like a light that shines, in which to walk
to believe in what is mine without prophecy
the courage needs no sign
and the way to lose time is to try and hold it
we must busy with the struggle
for life that is lived forgives what is lost
we redeem ourselves by asking why
we rhyme the error into our purpose
to spy a glimpse like paradise in the corner of the eye
the quiet be the unknown name of God
Andrea