By Aubrey Henderson The sweet silence evades me these long days, When I can close my eyes and hear God speak, Without words, He dissipates the dark haze, Occupying my being with the grand mystique. I never wanted to cause affliction To you or any sentient being, Yet in my confusion and addiction To Self, I’ve hurt you without foreseeing The ripples that would fill the universe. For every action good or bad results In blessings for all or eternal curse. In cursing you it’s I that I insult. We are all the body of creation, Scorn for others is our own damnation. Aubrey Henderson is a poet living in Utah. Click here for other poems by Aubrey Henderson.