It is where I find you today
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
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