Poem - "Before Dawn"

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"Before Dawn"

 

Five minutes before dawn,

on a sunday morning.

In the stillness of a

darkened and empty church,

a piano begins to play

a beautiful and silent melody.

There is no one there to play it.

 

As the notes begin to flow softly,

the church grows much quieter yet,

and the stillness flows throughout the room,

underneath every pew, into the pores of the wood

of the podium, into the cracks in the ceiling.

In a corner, a spider peacefully falls asleep in her web.

 

The notes fall like silent raindrops

onto the bibles sitting on the shelves,

and the pages grow wet and clean with quiet.

The stillness reads the words of the bible

and understands their meaning, without knowledge.

 

The stillness of the notes reach a statue of Jesus

and a single teardrop falls from the statue's eye.

The stillness knows suffering and pain.

The music feels. There is silent compassion.

 

The notes swirl and flow and coalesce around the windows,

the stained glass glows clean and bright in the darkness.

The silence flows into cabinets, under doors,

into the prayer room, and

the notes say a prayer at the little table there.

God answers wordlessly.

 

Outside, five seconds before dawn,

and the notes begin to fade.

The song has ended.

There was nobody playing the piano.

There was nobody there to hear it.

 

Dawn,

And the nuclear detonation

of a key softly being turned

in the church door's lock.

 

.... Tim Gerchmez

 

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