Absence

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.