Listen to me, Lord,
in the words I don’t say,
the ones too terrifying
and terrified and stuck
to the roof of my mouth.
Hold me
in all my unspoken
shivering, the hope
that hangs by a
fraying thread.
Here,
under these
pillars of strength
I try and keep upright,
move me to accept
it is good if a few of
these facades crumble.
For You find me
in the rubble,
check the pulse
of my heart
and pull me to You,
where no words
are necessary,
only
an understanding
silence.
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