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The Mystery of Silence at Noon in rural areas, when no bird sings. What is this Elemental Energy that grips us? Is it the sacred power of the Angelus bell, now long stilled, for we live in a secular age.
"But no-one has told the birds that God is dead."
The Mystery of Silence at Noon in rural areas, when no bird sings. What is this Elemental Energy that grips us? Is it the sacred power of the Angelus bell, now long stilled, for we live in a secular age.
"But no-one has told the birds that God is dead."
The Mystery of Silence at Noon in rural areas, when no bird sings. What is this Elemental Energy that grips us? Is it the sacred power of the Angelus bell, now long stilled, for we live in a secular age.
"But no-one has told the birds that God is dead."
This held breath Tells us that we are mortal That we are sacred The answer to no known question Silence at Noon Nails us down senseless Uncomprehending A sacrament in another language Beyond our grasp Dense with meaning With implications for our dwindled state We can no longer hear Silence at Noon We know not who we are Or why Understanding has left us The tide gone out And we are stranded Unfinished Incomplete Swamped by Eternity Silence at Noon Unpeopled streets and empty skies A shred of light fidgets an oak-leaf But nothing moves Silence at Noon For seven hundred years the Angelus bell Flooded the fields and woods Lifting the labourers face to heaven Emptying skies and putting the birds to bed And now we live in a secular age This elemental energy holds us still For no-one has told the birds that God is dead. (from THE FRUIT THAT BITES BACK copyright E. J. Ward 2015)