Santiago Ospina published author, poet, poem

Still portraying a class

in which a preacher

preach others words,

has him a thought of his own?

Repeating,

repeating,

repeating,

Ideas over truth,

like prevailing the word over silence;

Never thought to see and hear

a preacher of any kind,

religious, philosopher, cultist

to sing the same song

like a broken disc;

Repeating,

repeating,

stop…

What is it for silence to undertake here?

Preachers call it prayer

and Gurus Mantras;

A wise tree stands in silence

hearing the beauty of nature

and the peaceful touch of unconditional love.