Harshness of the Vast

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.