suppose my love were deaf
though my heart spoke loudly
never heard the truth

suppose God were not so gentle
the unbearable heat of hope was oppressive
and my love watched wordlessly

suppose I reached for you in prayer
but did not believe,”Love must always hear
or be not love at all” you said

“Suppose, this lie is too big
for us. To fail? No – silence is the only choice.”
I could not nod. I could only pray

More for you, I suppose, than me
a million voices whispering on the edges
of my thoughts – where love can not hear

suppose this moment is too fast
all these little hearts too broken and furious
as the weapons of truth run run away

suppose my love were deaf
you say. I smile, “Then my God
would hear for me.”