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Faith crisis poetry

The Silence

  1. I long for days of yesteryear, when angels walked the land.
  2. When cool winds blew and warm flames licked the mountain halls so grand,
  3. When voices whispered from the earth and words appeared on stone,
  4. When blinding pillars fell from heav’n and time through portals shown.
  5. Today, instead, are heavens closed? Have angels gone and hid?
  6. The stones now cold, the voices hushed, the shadows the light rid?
  7. Prolific words of heaven’s throne replaced by leaky drop?
  8. The silenced trump encased in gold? Do keys not open lock?
  9. Will tokens, signs, and names endure, or will they vanish, too?
  10. Will compass lose its magnet soon? Will rule its measure true?
  11. No humming bees? No singing birds? No rustle in the grove?
  12. The puny arm stretched forth indeed the Missouri mighty slowed?

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 5 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on social issues and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I recently finished writing a book debunking several capitalism myths. My newest book writing project is on the labour history of Lethbridge.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him.

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