The Long Dark Night

Deafening silence echoing into the void.

Where is the voice of my God?

The voice I used to hear on the wind,

see in my dreams,

taste in my prayers?

Feeling “His” loving embrace like the comfort of a warm blanket –

a shield of protection.

In “His” arms I felt safe.

A compass offering guidance.

A weathervane pointing out coming storms.

A sextant tracking the movement of the stars.

A barometer alerting changing pressure.

Where there was once surety, this is only confusion.

The only voice now is my own.

The Long Dark Night is made of this.

As we come to embrace this, we realize

that to hear the voice of God, we need only listen to ourselves.

copyright Lauri Ann Lumby

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