It is lurking, ready to pounce, with horrid power
Watchful eyes staring, ready to punish . . .
I am a coiled spring, spiralling into despair
Tensing, sensing … the evil beast of silence.
It is gliding, ready to leap, with frightening speed
Submerged, wide jaws ready, with power to devour . . .
I am drowning, lungs full of hurt
Tensing, sensing … the evil beast of silence.
.....
But YOU! You were meant to care
To provide, nurture, share . . .
But love and talk are rare.
I feared you, like the beasts,
anger and shame consumed me
I am punished by the unspoken words
You've hidden, withdrawn, and I am left
Tensing, sensing … the evil beast of your silence.
.....
Now, yes, NOW I am at peace
Now I understand, and now I am free . . .
And I forgive, and offer love.
The silence is warm now, not cold
It's a gift of love, beauty to behold
.....
Silence is a dawn – God's whisper of hope
It's a sunset – a golden benediction
It's a lake – still as a silver mirror
Reflecting His heart . . .
No fear, no punishment
No tensing, just sensing
The miracle of His love
Unspoken words declaring through nature
The beauty and comfort of silence.