When God is silent
And prayers rise unanswered,
We tremble in the hush,
Mistaking quiet for absence.
But silence is not neglect.
It is the pause before the dawn,
The stillness where roots deepen,
The waiting that shapes the soul.
A teacher silent during the test
Is not absent, but watching—
Trusting the student to remember
What was taught in light.
So too, the Divine may whisper
Through wind, through ache,
Through longing, Not with thunder,
But with presence Hidden in the
quiet places.
The silence of God is sacred
ground
Not void, but invitation.
Not punishment, but preparation.
Not neglect, but love in disguise.
Pastor Godwin, FBC Danvers

Humbling and beautiful. Thank you
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