Saturday 23 February 2013

The Father and The Silence

I had The Father from the beginning
From the moment my first memory was born
My first prayer was the one of thanks
For the most trivial cause - a salvaged vase

My mother told me to kneel with her
We put our hands together and prayed
For the goodness of The Father who laid
His hand on our household that day

I had A Father from the beginning
From the moment my first memory was born
My second prayer was the one of request
About a dear bought gift I possessed

It was nothing special, an ordinary present
But it was a dear bought gift for me
It was nowhere to be found and I was just an infant
Setting my mind upon it

I was hearing a sound from the beginning
From the moment my first memory was born
The first time I heard it was when my little heart was torn
It is a sound of plain silence, loud as a horn

I had a Father from the beginning
From the moment my first memory was born
My third and my fourth and my fifth prayers were the ones of varieties
They were prayers of a young man stung by joys and thorns

These years I will remember for the rest of my life
Years of the first mercies and the first strifes
Times when I learned to wish for somebodies instead of somethings
Times when He gave me things - instead of my soul's cravings

I was hearing a Sound from the beginning
From the moment my first memory was born
The third and the fourth and the fifth time I heard it was the time when my heart was worn
By its plainness silence, loud as a horn

I had a father from the beginning
From the moment my first memory was born
My last player was the one of swear
That I will make Him an object of my scorn

I wrote a song to Him
And its name was Goodbye
It mentioned a few good times
But it was about endless fights

I was hearing The Sound from the beginning
From the moment my first memory was born
It was a sound of silence, loud as a horn
And I can't bear it no more

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