We watch what we say
as words spill, most useless,
to fill the heavy stillness
that is silence.
Sounds of lip slapping as women
chatter about lovers or friends.
The need to be pretty or popular
never goes away, just morphs
into sharp or successful.
The world drives, and I,
a passenger, watch it all
zoom by in the silence
I learn to embrace. Here
I hear His voice, try to listen
as He tells me how to live.
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