The Noise

When all around is only noise – 
electric guitars 
squealing out rhetoric daily 
and 
violins played with 
bows held incorrectly – 
all I can manage 
is a frantic search 
for the ear plugs that allow, 
finally, 
a quiet place 
to sit with You. 
Only then 
will I hear 
the 
Truth. 

“Sitting Girl” by Pierre Renoir

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