Tuesday, July 30, 2013


You do not speak, and, as the cold moon turns
I feel the darkness of descending night.

In these hollow spaces
My heart becomes an echo-chamber
Of the words I cannot speak.

Where is your face?
Where is the song you should sing back to me
Reverberant with you?
Are the notes all falling
Into a chasm only God can span?

I will take His hand
And walk across the bridge invisible
To that far place where I can wait for you

In the Garden where no fear can enter in.

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