If God knows he isn’t saying
Mum is the holy word
With blank pages for scripture
At least he’s a good listener
One must give him that
Millennia have passed
Without a single interruption
And we all know how we can carry on
Especially when in need
But what is the silence God answers by?
Have you ever put your ear to it?
Have you ever felt it beneath
The whirlwind of thoughts
Under which it rests
As steady as the Earth?
Could it be a blank slate?
Or the space stars are born into?
Could it be the understanding
That no matter how much I know
I know nothing
And therefore am wise?
This is my quiet time
Now I hear you
Now that I am no longer
Waiting for an answer
Now that I am content
To let it be