Only silence remains
Infinite love and a world filled with evil,
pain and questions that will never be reconciled,
reality simply is, suffering happens, so does happiness,
it can seem so random, is that so?
Chaos and randomness rule the day,
like the roaring waves on the oceans surface,
causing damage and death to those floundering.
It passes and peace comes for a time,
yet the storms and pain seem greater than the tranquility,
our wounds both inner and outer pick at us,
healing if it comes, often comes slowly or too late,
or so it seems.
If God is not, then it is all random,
there are no deep questions,
we just adapt, live the best we can,
die and sleep for eternity,
if annihilation can be called sleep or rest.
If God is,
the questions remain,
why, why, why, WTF?
Only silence remains,
empty skies without an answer,
though silence is possibly
the only way God can speak to our hearts.
Be still and know I am God, says the psalm,
sit with the pain, the waves will come,
not only for us, but for all we love and cling too,
all will sink below the surface.
Deeper in, more silence, greater peace,
connection with all,
a small glimmer of light,
perhaps some understanding,
yet without faith and hope,
the strength to live with this tension
of ‘not knowing’ much of anything
can darken our souls;
for we are made to question and seek answers,
the most important ones for us
often remain unanswered.
My path has the seeds of answers,
that slowly grow over the years.
I see the slight foot prints of Jesus
when I look back over my life,
an intimacy so close that it is darkness.
I see it around everyone.
So bright it blinds the soul,
everything there but unseen,
for we would become undone,
unable to live,
or walk the bloody path most of us or on
if the hidden reality experienced.
One has gone before us,
walks with us,
at times carries us,
even if unfelt and we feel alone.
Faith, hope and love,
love the greatest because it is eternal.
No wonder the human heart seeks love,
and longs for it like a thirsty man
dying in the desert.
We are all connected,
our love and prayers reach all,
our perceptions mean a great deal,
and what seem obvious
is not so.
God is present to me;
I am often not present to this reality.
Edited by markdohle, 18 December 2012 - 01:15 PM.