I come around again to silence,
not knowing  –
is it too soon to speak
or are my words already spoken,
is there hope behind the smoke
when so much is broken?

Let my silence not come from my fear
but from my listening,
let my lack of words make space
for something larger  –
what fills all space can’t be corralled with words –
return me to beginning with the Word.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28,  2021