Story in the silence

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.