Our Guide, a Poem by David Dephy

I look up.

The breath of innocents must become our guide—

our only guide through death and life’s uncertain tides.

That breath leads us to distant places,

to wonder at the rolling skies

where the mystery of our heart lies.

Can your enemies see themselves in your eyes?

Listen to that silence beyond the mist.

I look up.

When I look at your holiness,

I feel the presence of all the languages

inside me, all around me.

Languages are the veins of our world,

where the spirit of the world harmonizes

the spirit of all of us

in every sound

of our heartbeat,

as the world breathes

by silence alone.

Oh, divine silence,

remember me when you come into your kingdom.

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David Dephy is an award-winning American poet, novelist, and multimedia artist. The founder of Poetry Orchestra. Named as the Poet-in-Residence for Brownstone Poets for 2024-2026. His poem, “A Sense of Purpose,” was sent to the Moon in 2025 by NASA, Lunar Codex, and Brick Street Poetry. Dephy was exiled from his native country of Georgia and was granted indefinite political asylum in the U.S. His wife and son joined him in the U.S. in 2023, after six years of exile. He lives and works in New York City.