A silence is being called.

Not

a silence of submission, or

apathy,

shame or forgetfulness– but

an emboldened silence,

one for hearing voices drifting

through cracks

and memory.

Listen.

Dear God, Listen-

a new way demands a creativity

well outside the bounds of what has come before.

This silence is gentle, receptive,

immensely strong.

Recall, from the depths,

how it is yours, ours, and

not.

Bones speak, be certain

they are included.