The Sound of (His) Silence

After The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel


Hello darkness, my old friend,

I’ve come to work with you again,

Because of visions that are keeping

Me awake while I am sleeping.

And these visions that were granted me remain

And flow like rain

From the source

Of His silence.


In restless dreams I walked alone,

My marrow drenched, my heart still stone.

‘Neath the halo of a sage’s lamp,

I turned my head from the cold and cramped

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of His blinding light

That split the night

And pierced me

With the sound

Of His silence.


And in the naked light I saw

Five billion people, maybe more,

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing words to force others to care.

None of them dared

To touch the sound

Of His silence.


“Fools” said I, “You do not know

Your noise like a cancer grows.

Touch His peace that He might reach you,

Take His gaze that He might waken you.”

But these words like silent teardrops fell,

Only to echo in empty wells

Of worldly silence.


And the people bowed and prayed

To the selfish gods they made.

And they did not heed the warning

That this age would be transforming.

All the signs said, “The words of false prophets

Are guaranteed to bring a fall

And above all

They can’t break

The sound

Of His silence.”