Speak

I sit in your templeExpectantly waiting for you to speakI am met by silenceQuiet so still it's deafening

I hear the pulsing of blood through this bodyThe settling of building materials in this spaceBut not your voice

Speak

Speak to me of things future and presentUncover me and make me bareWalk with me in the depths of my valleysShow me the darkness that still resides in me and break it

Break meBreak silenceBreak the bread of communion that is your Word

Speak

I sit in your templeExpectantly waiting for you to offer words, WordSomething other than pregnant silenceBecause this quiet is fullAnd I will not be moved until you

Speak