In the Sense of Hearing

You said you heard
God's mouth move
without speaking;

in all of my life,
I've not known
a mute-swan to sing

or my good father cry.

Here, in the white,
we heal hours
we've wounded- like

roads of the city,
salt between stars,
shadows of living,

imminent heaven-

and gasping
silence rings

in the ear
of our scars.