This week’s poem comes from Swarit Gopalan, who writes: “Our silence was questioned first and then our words were. Here is a silent quest through that all.”The silent quest We used our words When they were not heard We sang our songs When there was barely a nod We sank and swam When currents ripped around We cried out of anguish When the silence was deafening We looked for answers When there were only more questions
I fill my eyes with tears reading your poem. Tears of joy that you are now able to express such poignant thoughts and tears of sadness that your ideas are still questioned as being authentically yours. I thank you for your leadership and perseverance as we all continue on this living journey. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your courageous sharing. Let's celebrate these ongoing questions together!
Beautiful words!
I fill my eyes with tears reading your poem. Tears of joy that you are now able to express such poignant thoughts and tears of sadness that your ideas are still questioned as being authentically yours. I thank you for your leadership and perseverance as we all continue on this living journey. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your courageous sharing. Let's celebrate these ongoing questions together!