“If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in the darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.”
-t.s. eliot, ash wednesday, v
Speak, Lord. Speak.
Speak in defense of yourself.
Why do you remain silent? Why do you let them blaspheme you, beat you, mock you, degrade you, accuse you?
What reward can be worth this silence? All you will receive is death because you refuse to plead innocence.
Falsely accused, condemned or your existence, hated for your perfection.
What good is your silence?
If you know you will die anyway, if you know you are already condemned, why not go down fighting the lies?
Lord, why are you silent?
When you speak, why do you not soften the truth? Why do you not ask for release?
Are you not the Word who was there in the beginning? Are not word supposed to speak?
Are you not truth? Is not truth supposed to prevail over lies?
Are you not light? Is not light supposed to overcome the darkness?
Please Lord, please.
What reward do you get for silence? What benefit is there to your condemnation?
You will be humiliated in your death.
Is there no other way?
Oh, my God.