These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Weight of Silence

Silence moves from gray to black.
There is no word.
There is no word.
Silence moves from loss to lack.
There is no word.
There is no word.

Such heaviness upon the soul.
There is no word.
There is no word.
The adipose is cleaving whole.
There is no word.
There is no word.

To pray within the Spirit’s care.
The word is light.
The word is light.
To pray in Hope. The Spirit’s there.
The word now bright.
The word now bright.

The weighty silence lifts to rest.
A hopeful word.
A hopeful word.
The Spirit’s balm. Now, fully blest.
The living Lord.
The living Lord.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 10th, 2020