Rattle the tin cans

Shake the drum, rattle the tin cans.
Strike metal on brass,
Make the loudest pots sing for dear life.
Turn a field of cows into commotion.

Lean on your horn,
Sound trumpets in the midst of the city.
Scream like you’re drowning, or saved.
Shatter the glass and raise a holy hell.
Chase away quiet thoughts
Like flies on the King’s breakfast.

Then stop,

wait,

and let the silence

share its unspeakable joys

OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI

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About bobjanisdillon

Unitarian Universalist minister, poet, husband, father, three-chord guitar wonder.
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