There is an aching in my heart –
a numb feeling resides
as I wonder what is next
I cry out, I plea
only to be met
with the silence of God
Is there anything darker,
anything louder
than this?
On His knees
alone in the garden,
Jesus wept
under this very torment.
Alone and unattended is He
as His father remains voiceless
while He begs for pardon.
Silent and still
is the crisp air that surrounds me.
I ache but am not cold.
His silence warms me.
Noise disintegrates into the background
His still, quiet presence whispers grace,
without words
like a helpless friend who can do nothing
but sit and wait alongside of grief.
The silence permeates the space
and shouts of His presence -
holding me, singing over me, like a mother to her child.
In the darkness,
when I fear the light will never shine
I close my eyes, and am held,
comforted and loved
without words.
The silence of God –
proving understanding and compassion,
bleeding mercy and grace
showing me that I do not ache alone.
