Learning to Speak Again
The bright fires have faded now,
Overcome by the reckless twilight of youth.
But still the dream calls out to me,
And I answer,
Hesitantly at first,
Hoping for a spark of beneficence.
I am always here with Him;
But now the old custom seizes me,
And the invisible God remains invisible to me
As I lose sight of the heart of reality.
But the cold night ends at last,
And with the warmth of the golden dawn
I feel His touch again
That He’s still there.
How do you begin speaking again
To someone who’s heard all your promises,
The fierce-whispered pledges of a desperate soul,
And watched you break every one?
He, who knows me so well…
And yet I know Him not,
Or at least not as well
As I once presumed to know—
And I know myself even less.
But where knowledge fails, trust remains.
But He, ever faithful.
I will know Him again,
For He would have me know;
And all my panicked struggles to escape from grace
Will amount to nothing
As I embrace this adventure
Of learning to speak again.