Let the Rocks Speak, a poem from my memoir

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In the beginning darkness covers everything.

Not light, but sound first breaks the void—Shhh. Leave it alone.

There is a voice crying in the wilderness,

“Prepare the way of the Lord!”

If all are silent rocks will cry,

“Prepare the way of the Lord!”

Rocks that sit at the edge of the cliff,

Rocks that kiss the great abyss,

“Prepare the way of the Lord!”

Rocks that live in the pit of my stomach?

Be Quiet. Leave it alone.

Silent night, holy night,

The little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.

Silent night?

Yeah right.

No crying?

Baby’s dying!

Shut up and leave it alone!

In the beginning darkness covers everything.

Until I speak and then, there is light.

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