NOISE
Motorcycles, leaf blowers,
Music blasting at partygoers.
TVs blare every damned where.
It’s all the equivalent of audio glare.
Jackhammers hammer,
Airheads yammer while the angry clamor.
Sirens scream.
How can anyone pray or dream?
Yet our civilized noise
Is a luxury no one enjoys
Where the gun and the bomb
Muzzle a million desperate prayers
For calm.
God, help us who are able
To step into silence
And renew our souls
With the spirit of love
That noise
Destroys.
