Silent Ones

3/31/2019

The world does not know them

Neither does it care for them

They have been tossed on glass shards

Commanded to walk on coals

Smeared like grease to a pan

Their skin seared to crisp

Their parts boiled in hot water

Roasted to no end

Their tongues fried to rid the poisons

Their brains picked apart and cast into flames

Melodies strummed on their hair strands

Their despisers mock them

And bellow at them to dance in harmony

To the tune of their pain

They are the silent ones

The ones who know the world

And care for it

The ones whose feet rush to bring the Good News

The ones who endure violence

And bring peace despite it

From their lips spew out life and truth

Although the world wish to not hear it

“Purify!” the Father’s gentle voice demands.

And so they are

Sanctified

Purer than the finest of wine

Their love is of a fierce intensity

With fire in their spirits

Strong and bold

Crowned in rest and peace

Yet the world does not know them

And the world does not care for them

For they are the silent ones