No sound of silence forces
Itself into this room.
No dripping rain of light
Reflecting from the moon,
No heart here trembles, beating
A wild cacophony,
No fragrant breath of morning
Alights itself on me.
No glory fills this room today
Because I'm not aware
How the creator of the universe
Lets me know he's there.
What? I did not hear it;
No idea who you are.
Each time I come to meet you
I carry on too far.
I get lost in pointlessness--
Urbanity's my foe;
I'm lost and searching for the God
I really just don't know.
Who are you really, Yahweh?
You told me once before.
But when I change and you do not,
I remember you no more.
I sit here in the silence,
But the noise inside my head
Has won the battle, won the day,
And won my heart instead.
Thirsty; I'm so thirsty,
But I wander in the sand
Of this desert with mirages--
I reach out my hand
Only to find you're out of reach
And I am all bereft.
The sand that falls from tightened fists
Is all I still have left.
No sound of silence here pervades,
For I am losing heart.
When I refuse to listen, hush,
We're much too far apart.
And I will never come to know
The words you whisper soft.
No eyes come to rest on you;
Thus this beggar is still lost.
postscript
When will I learn that it's my own fears and unwillingness to surrender that keep me from His love? He's a gentleman: he won't insist when I'm afraid. I have to lay down my fear.