Silence

It is where I find you today

Most days

It was Mary’s response to the clamor and pain

Of Advent night

It was the end of Elijah’s journey

both his pilgrimage and his flight

it was the only answer Jesus got

that noonday night

You spoke most often in silence

A comfort

Yet a longing too

For words, for hope

For something I once and never knew

So is this quiet an empty where once was love?

Or something so full as to be heard or touched?

All I know is that the silence is so loud this day

That I take comfort in the slight ringing in my ears