Trees’ open-armed shadows
Protect little
Yet none fall
Without consent
How does a Sparrow
build a proper nest?
When God is silent
Night breezes
Sing sorrowful songs
Stars hold up
Blackened sky
A mother kisses her son goodnight
Wondering what tomorrow brings
When God is silent
Grey clouds hang overbearing
Abundance
Melts away into rivers
Endless azul
No blanca, no puffy pillows
To lay her head
When God is silent
The widow gathers her sticks
To dine and die
Eating Eucharist with Elijah
Widow and boy
Oil and flour
The last bread broken
When God is silent
We are worth more than many Sparrows
Fish mouths – silver coins
Water jugs – good wine
Empty jars,
Manna falls…
Water pours out a stricken rock
When God is silent
We saw the movie Silence this weekend. I found it quite thought provoking.
Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy – a book about a German pastor placed in a similar dilemma during WWII – also thought provoking and occurred in recent history.
Both worth pondering …
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
One of my favorites of yours. Freedom verse.
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Thank you dear Johnny shangrila 🙂
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God’s silence is inexplicable. I always find when I move from desert to presence I have somehow gathered nesting material. I find when I turn away from heat and pain, Jesus is standing with strong arms open to enfold me, clear water to drink, and loneliness seems to float away. Thank you for your willing vulnerability.
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Thank you for your wisdom.
It’s much appreciated 🙂
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Behind all the clouds the Son is still shining even when God is silent! Dwight
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Well said Dwight 🙂
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