Spirituality - a poem

A quiet silence - so loud, it booms.
A stunning beauty - so fine, it blinds.

The perfect privacy - so lonely, it’s wrong.
The happiest party - so joyful, it’s bad.

A glassy pond - so still, it screams.
A roaring river - so fast, it’s still.

The birth of a child - so small, she’s awesome.
The death of a parent - so final, she’s born.

A job well done - so good, it’s scary.
A narrow escape - so slim, it’s funny.

The star filled sky - so bright, it’s fright’ning.
The rolling seas - so strong, they’re calm.

A soaring speech - so familiar, it’s new.
A strident poem - so harsh, it’s smooth.

The laugh of children - so funny, you cry.
The yell of a crowd - so scary, you flee.

A friendship at dinner - so warm, it glows.
A lover at bedtime - so honest, it burns.

The skin of a lizard - so sharp, it’s like glass.
The pelt of a tiger - so bright, it’s unseen.

A hive full of bees - so busy, it hums.
A world full of insects - so many, it’s theirs.

The veins of a mammal - so many, they’re hidden.
The shell of an snail - so perfect, it’s strong.

The hatred of bigots - so loud, it’s obscene.
The gods of the masses - so cruel, they’re wrong.

A bond within family - so tight, it’s unloosed.
A homeless old soldier - so wronged, he’s unseen.

The Spirit inside us - so strong, we shine bright.
The Spirit outside us - so massive, we’re dwarfed.
The Spirit that binds - so strong, we can’t see.