Nothing Lies in Silence Long
Hold up your hand or stamp your foot
A movement makes the mountains tremble,
Footfalls stop the rising sun
If in the place and time most fragile
I saw the truth of this today
When something dead began to breathe,
A memory I once retained
Took up a thread, began to weave
When there were three one woman combed
One spun, one fixed the warp and weft,
If there be rising from the tomb
And only woven grave clothes left
Then Christ must live and so must we
And nothing lies in silence long,
A slave of evil must go free
The weak become the strong
Pavel
May 23, 2011
