Stream Of Silence Poem by *Tony_Cemalukwuoo* Egbuonu

In the realm of the unseen seer,
A paradox unfolds: moving, yet still.
Like the sacred stream, flowing free,
Beyond the boundaries of human sight.

Who dares question the divine?
Accused, yet innocent, you stand.
Witnesses in the jury of the heart,
Watch as your silence screams aloud.

Like a gentle wave, you bring redemption,
And tears of joy, like streams, wash away.
In the depths of the stream, spirit and shelter merge,
Becoming one, in a single domain.

Can one query the trinity?
Obedience and obeisance flow like a stream,
Ideoto, the mystery, unfolds.