Could it be?

Could it be the silence passing by
Is simply God listening
To your cries as you weep through the night
In his arms, trembling?

Gently he wipes your tears away
As he hugs you closely
So that you may hear the steady beat
Of his heart's compassion.

Quietly he penetrates your heart,
Unveiling layers of confusion
And as he cleanses away all the sin
He offers you forgiveness.

Repentence gives way to holy joy,
Prompting songs and laughter.
With abandon, you leap up and dance
In the company of praising angels.

Could it be the silence passing by
Is simply God listening
To your praises sung all through the night
In his arms, safely?

September 2006 by Glen Alan Woods