When God Is Silent

I called to you 

A thousand times 

I sought you out 

From the depths of my soul 

A yearning to connect 

To know and be known 

I wanted your love 

To feel your peace 

To hear you whisper 

Inside of me 

I sensed you near 

Your everlasting presence 

There's more to me 

I'm eternal too 

There's more to life 

Than what I can see 

There's more out there 

In the stars 

There's more 

I believed 

Until you fell silent. 

More than silent 

Just gone. 

I called to you

A thousand times more 

I sought you out from the

Depths of my soul 

I yearned for you 

I listened 

I cried 

This void inside me 

Is all I can find 

I ached in my bones 

My heart losing hope 

There is no voice 

There is no more 

Than the thoughts in my head 

The beliefs are all dead 

You're not just distant 

You're non existent 

I

Am all alone. 

There's more to me. 

I'm human too

Is there more to life? 

What if there's not? 

What if this earth 

Is all we've got,

Wouldn't that change 

You too? 

Yet instead of despair 

I'm immersed in deep love 

This earth is my home 

And I'm thankful. 

This life is mine 

And I'm honoring it 

My purpose is clear 

And meaningful 

The experience I can claim: 

Human love and connection

As the greatest, 
Most beautiful 

Metamorphose

Contorted light 

Fragmented, displayed 

Dancing specks in rainbow array 

They glimmer for me as I close my eyes 

My prism mind dancing along

All thoughts split apart, forced into pieces 

Shining, but incoherent 

Dive inside 

Look through the glass 

Bring all the scattered pieces back 

Into the source of shattered light 

Into my subconscious mind, to heal from

Anger, fear, and pain 

Refracting my thoughts

Implicit tune

Hidden, obscure 

Enshrouded in a messy form 

It sings to me a formidable song 

My complex heart beating along

Rhythmically as adrenaline rushes 

Pulses through my veins

Melody pure 

Sing to me 

Free my heart from intervals 

Dark, clashing against my happiness 

Untangle the strains I most desire 

A vision vibrating, reverberating 

Unmistaken hope

Structured lines 

Black, white 

Parallels of hidden night 

Traced deep along my furrowed soul

All memories of time erased

The rigid pillared scars remain 

Sketched in ink, but bleeding

Allow darkness 

To be, exist 

The solid marks will soon 

Subsist, blended into shapes of gray 

Contoured lines now empty of pain

The bloodstains fading, shading
Into pastel palettes of love