Purity of Silence
The power of memory is strongest in reflecting our God.
Open hearts and open minds—
all around me,
the hum of voices lifted
in praise, in purpose.
We were not strangers,
But family meeting again
in the folds of His word.
The current of scripture
carried us—
a river of grace
wide and deep.
Pure words pouring
on parched ground.
Raptly enthralled,
we drank from the fountain
of truth and song,
embraced by the arms
of those who walk
in the same light.
Hope renewed,
faith deepened—
like rain falling
hour by hour,
each drop
a shimmer of grace,
a note in the melody
of understanding.
And now,
alone in this quiet room,
I sit in the hush
after the joy.
Not lonely—
but still.
Still enough to hear
His whisper
beneath my heartbeat.
The echo of fellowship lingers—
the kind smile of an elder,
the gentle nod of a sister,
the child who sang
without fear.
And here, in this moment,
it is only Him and me.
No need for words.
Only presence.
Only love.
Only the certainty
that I was seen
in the crowd
and am still held
in His gaze.
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