It's just the way it is
The world I know here
God filled moments
It's more valuable than anything that has come
And anything that will arise
It comes with two types of silence
There is a silence I'm swept away in
rich in difficult honesty
It's the Spirit's space of reflection as it calls for change,
for growth
In an accuracy that leaves me grateful for grace
For being known and for all that has been given
Treasure in each gap I can fill within
and help fill outside
And then there is a silence void of understanding
Unknown truths where assumptions then fester
Where intentions feel muddled deeply
And voice is then stuttered
And although this is Spirit space too
It's ours alone
as it sends short gloomy drafts of
Reminders of all that is missing
and will likely never spawn
I carry both places when needed
And pass through them
both build endurance of sorts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In all honesty, Angie, you are the new poet(ess) to watch out for! Absolutely stunning poem!