All I see is

Earthquake,

Wind,

Fire.

…I cannot hear Your voice.

 

Even when I think I pick up

The faintest strain,

Borne to my searching ears,

I realise it is my mind

Teasing me

With the chatter of my own cries

Clattering back off the mountain back at me.

 

Return to me, O Sacred Silence.

Overwhelm my sullen striving

With Your gentle comfort.

 

For I am alone,

And I have come to face You.

 

– Steve

Jan 2020.