Silence I Can’t Hear You

He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. (Psalm 107:29-30).

 

Silence, you elusive friend;

Doors are creaking, keyboards tapping,

I can’t hear you.

 

Let me settle at the sunny table in the kitchen;

Perhaps there I will find you for a few moments.

No! Pans are banging, dishes clanging; 

The annoying crinkle of plastic bags; 

Hands searching for breakfast pastries.

 

Maybe in the corner of the living room,

Here in this tiny dwelling,

By the window;

(Silence and sunshine please!)

 

Oh no! Not here.

The whine of saws in the next room, 

As builders make a wall,

Or tear one down.

The crash of planks outside,

Dropped from the heights, 

To the busy street below.

 

Where are you, Silence?

Must I only find you in the dark,

In the early morning hours before the world wakes up,

Before all creatures hum and thrum?

 

Are you eluding me

Or am I to go on 

Without your calming hand on my soul

Into this crazy day

Of noise, noise, noise?

 

I need silence to survive.

 

Jesus, silence me

In the clamor of

Tight spaces

Close community

Deconstruction

Reconstruction.

 

Source of my Silence

On all the days,

My Quieter,

My Lord.

 

Silence, I can hear You.

 

by Audrey Frank

 

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Lord You are all I need, on the noisy days, and the quiet ones. Amen.

@audreycfrank

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