The story in the silence —
the love within the breath,
the hope in restful wonder,
the heart within this chest.
What will You show me
when I can’t hear her voice?
What will my heart cry
when this isn’t my choice?
Where will my affection go?
How will it move my prayers?
What happens to this longing
when I can’t get lost in her stare?
What story are You telling
in the silence of a year?
What bigger picture waits for me
as my vision becomes clear?
I’m nervous she will lose me,
and I’m scared I’ll lose her too —
yet I trust in what we’ve carried,
and what we’re being asked to do.
I miss her already,
though this time there’s no panic.
A weary heart finds respite
from the weight of endless wrestling.
I understand where she is flying;
I believe in who she is.
With open hands and a yearning heart,
I release my need for control in all of this.
Tell me Your story in the silence.
Tune my heart to hear Your tale.
Let the pearl be my talisman —
a promise of brighter days.
As we unfold our parts
in this cosmic drama of becoming,
may we never lose our home —
and may our arms be empty
only until reunion begs us to hold.
