Some say that it's rain not thunder
That causes great flowers to grow
If that is so I'll raise the power
Of my poetry not my voice.
There's so much in the world
To raise a clenched fist against.
But I will learn to unclench
My heart and all its sorrows
A hymn in praise of silence
Is better than a war of words.
In silence truth and beauty
Find their proper place.
For silence is the language of God
Anything else is muddled translation
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