wordsout by Godfrey
Rust
BREAKING
THE CHAINS
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The
word's out
Sometimes
I listen for your word
and hear nothing.
In
the quiet of my room
the only noise
is the thump of my heart
and voices arguing inside my head.
It's
not that I don't give you a chance.
Sometimes I say nothing
for as long as five minutes.
Your silence is still deafening.
Then
I open a book
and out tumbles your voice.
And when I try to shut that up I find
you can get a word in anywhere.
I've
even heard you sometimes from the pulpit.
I
hear you on the Nine O'Clock News
saying What have you done
with the
world I gave you?
I
hear you in the tabloids
saying Whoever is without
sin
cast the
first stone.
With
the first burst of spring flowers
you say Look—no hands!
With
the most extraordinary sunset
you say Look, just relax.
The
shrunken face of hunger
is you saying Feed me.
The
beggar on the underground
is you saying House me.
The
dreaded diagnosis
is you saying Heal me.
The
valium prescription
is you saying Free me.
The
redundancy notice
is you saying Value me.
The
scream of the torture victim
is you saying Father,
forgive.
The
priest staring down the barrel of a gun
is you saying Love casts out
fear.
When
I am late and hurrying
you are the face on the clock
saying I am the beginning
and the end.
When
I am greedy
you are the face on the banknote
saying Treasure is in heaven.
When
I am proud
you drop your banana-skins in front of me
saying Don't look down.
When
I am lonely
you are the stillness of the house
saying I am with you, always.
And
when I am grieving
you are the voice at the graveside
saying I am the Resurrection
and the Life.
Sometimes
I listen for your word
and hear nothing.
And
sometimes
I hear nothing else.
Meditation
for a
"listening" service at St John's,
West Ealing
during Lent
in March 1992. The title was added later when used in a show of the
same name
with John and Carina Persson and Mike Giddins at the Watermans Theatre,
Brentford. Some minor modifications made to the opening and closing
sections in 2014.