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TOO QUIET
by Margaret B. Spiess

Everything is too quiet, Lord.

No one revs up the car
to a steady roar.

No one plays the stereo at a volume
to shatter glass.

No one talks to everybody who passes by,
telling his adventures.
(Even going for a loaf of bread could be
a happening.)

And most of all,
no one sings in his deep, rich voice.
Oh, Lord, I miss him so.

Everything is too quiet, Lord.

No one revs up the car
to a steady roar.

No one plays the stereo at a volume
to shatter glass.

No one talks to everybody who passes by,
telling his adventures.
(Even going for a loaf of bread could be
a happening.)

And most of all,
no one sings in his deep, rich voice.
Oh, Lord, I miss him so.

from "Cries from the Heart"
- Copyright 1991
Margaret B. Spiess