Silence is a language of its own

But not one that many, without discipline, understand


The great mediator [the Christ come to reconcile us all]

When words fail us [spectacularly, too] there

remains music

The heart of man, the melody of immortality  

An illustration untainted by history

Because there is a certain beauty in letting the

soul sing 

The inconsolable fire

[Music feeds its heat] 

The inconstancy of tears

[Music weeps with you] 

The insidiousness of faith 

[Music confronts our divinity]

The intolerable pain 

[Music knows its source]

Yet, there is something more [something sinister? possibly] that reaches deep within 


And bridges a broken past 

With a bleak present 

Still hoping for a better future

Photo Credit: Elizabeth De Vris

Written by

Hannah Van Essen

Hannah Van Essen, junior, loves reading and writing. She is particularly excited to further her own creative writing skills this year. Hannah’s favorite piece of literature is the novel Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. She is currently the Assistant Director of OLu’s King Author and anticipating a fantastic premiere.