There is a somewhat
awful harshness in the
silences of G-d. The
silences of the universe
on which we cast our
shadows.
Not an awfulness
of horror - per se. More of
one that leans into wonder.
An awfulness of AWE. A
power we are not always
ready to stumble on or find.
An emptiness so vast we lose
ourselves. A cry so loud we
go deaf. The suchness of the
stillness carries a record
of all our woes and joys. Each
appears before us to tell its
tale and fade away,
Silence is such a vast and
harrowing ocean; a span upon
which we have set ourselves
out into with our tiny crafts.
Do not destroy us, O GREATNESS
THAT IS; our craft is so small and
THEE, THOU ART SO GRAND.
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