And

And

I sat in silence.

My face warm

like the coals below me.

Despair clouded the endless sky

and failed to connect the dots of stars.

The spaces between…

Those infinite spaces filled

me with emptiness…

and the cicadas sang on and on.

How I wished someone had

come to sit and connect

at deep space levels.

Then came You with your

deafening silence.

The sparks ascended and found

their place way up there

where You are,

and the coals pulsing like

Your great heart were

bowled in the soil.

You give and take away

so I might find You.

Whether in the giving or taking,

it is the You the becomes

the connecting “And”

in this holy silence.