When god is silent
Foreboding rises like the crest of a wave within my soul
Frustration splashes and sprays salty sea foam
I find myself soaked through to the bone –
Afloat atop grace in an ocean of my own sinking
Flounder and flail
These wandering feet lead me into the farthest corners of my being
Heaven and hell
Eternity is both then and now
This bustle of living creates a push and pull
This undertow of the tide like breathing
When god is silent
His silence stretches through me
Till I hear my own petulant cries echo back
We are Grand Canyons of humanity
You and I
When god is silent
I learn to allow silence too,
In relentless pursuit
I go in with with safety glasses and tear this divide of my own choosing
When god is silent
His silence is a message too