Mark Sauer

Rookie - 94 Points (1958 / Texas, U.S.A.)

The Great Silence - Poem by Mark Sauer

Longing, we listen, but the stars mock us.
The great silence enfolds us endlessly.
God's passing shadow lies cold upon us
Without the soft whisper of the prophecy.
We sink beneath our bleak patrimony;
Halls too vast to echo swallow our ape
Chatter. All these countless rooms are empty;
Muffled hollow chambers without escape.
We are the dread Progenitors, cursed
Birthright stewards of infinity. Chance
Has baptized us the eldest. We are First.
I did not ask for this inheritance.
I dreamt of angel, friend, or enemy;
Never lone, pure responsibility.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

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