The Age of Silence

In the age of silence
No one speaks. There are
Many mouths, but none do peep.
There are many ears, but no speech heard.
No one dares astound the Word.

There are so many people, so much love,
So no one thinks to rise above
What's risen and cannot be taught
To shout between some bars and rot.

There's too much everywhere to try
By cataloging with the eye,
Enumerating sound by sound
All the best of what's around.

We feel, in the mind and on the skin,
Abolishment of every sin.
We Feel. What use then to espy
What may be marveled at credibly?