Silence

Silence
An absence of sound
The rocks have split
Upheavals have shaken
The underfoot ground
The sky has blackened
And at last cleared
The city in a festive mood
It hears people raise a few cheers
But still they do not see, 
They have not understood

Followers, disciples
Huddle in a locked, darkened room
Not knowing what comes next
If at tomorrow, will that be too soon?
Or will today be their last breath
They try to comfort one another
Hoping to stave off their own death
As a few women in the corner
Continue to weep

Prayers are raised
But God is silent
He has already said all
He had to say
It happened on the night,
Of His son’s birth
And at last
The last day of His painful, 
Tortured life on this green earth

So get used to the days of silence,
They serve a purpose
To you, can actually be of a
Deeper service
Learn how to wait, trust
Even when you don’t hear God’s voice
See His Almighty hand closely at work
For us, this could be life’s hardest choice