The Quietest Amen
Lord Heavenly Father,
I came with hands empty of prayer,
A heart worn thin by the iron air,
Where faith once stood, now silent ground,
And nowhere to be found.
I walked to where the light was still,
Beneath the crest of a sleeping hill,
And found a field of golden wheat,
Where shadows and the sun would meet.
Two deer were grazing, slow and low,
In quiet grace they moved, quite slow,
No fear to mar their gentle stride,
With nowhere else to hide.
I watched them eat the autumn grain,
And felt a softening of the pain.
In their stillness, a silent call:
Perhaps it is enough, after all.
Gold light, amber waves, whispering, sustenance, ripening, "grain of being".
The deer like Silent watchers, gentle souls, grace, "softening the forest".
Faith: Empty pockets, quieted prayers, shattered glass, "lordless mornings".
Grazing, bowing, shifting, breathing, watching, as if they are God’s eyes, waiting for my soul to exhale slowly, to say “Jesus, I trust you”.
The weeping willows long leaves fall gently upon my barren back, comforting me..
Thus is my Silent Amen..
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