Silence
might seem to be a stripping,
a removal of words and sound.
But I have found
it is a weighty addition,
a garment wrapped around,
not to muffle or stiffle
but to bind up wounds,
to staunch the bleeding out
of howling tombs
until I can find ressurection
at the ready
in my heart, steady.
Before I speak,
I must taste Your fragrant life
on my tongue.
draft & shadow 
tabeasley
You’re wise like that ❤️
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draftandshadow
This is an exhortation to myself. I know power of silence, the gift of silence, the wisdom of it, but I’m not good at doing it. I love words (obviously) but sometimes I feel swallowed up by them, too. My own, other people’s. I need God’s words. But sometimes waiting for them is hard.
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