Silence?

Is it possible that silence can speak so loud?

Is it possible that I could be interpreting the right words to the silence spoken?

Someone once said, that most words are spoken in silence.

I can interpret, I say, but then I take a step back,

I don’t want to interpret the silence for something that’s not true, I shout.

Could it be that the silence means, “Look before you leap”, or is it before you lip?

I shout and keep shouting but the silence communicated makes it harder to keep calm within even though all you seen is calm,

But my heart is in anguish while I try to interpret what the silence could mean.

But if the silence means, look before you leap/lip, then I will keep silent too.

I interpret the silence …

“sometimes silence seems to connect us in a way words never could”.

And I begin to smile again, because the silence I interpreted came out to be true.

It was waiting for everything to be perfect, for everything to fall right into place,

So that words that would never have been spoken then, can be spoken now.

To understand that words not spoken can sometimes mean what we want it to mean,

Or to understand that the writer saw something when he said, “that’s it’s in silence that most words are spoken” or follow the other writer who said, that ‘no news could sometimes mean good news’

I want to be sure that it speaks of what I think, of what I feel, of what I want so dearly, so I run to God.

And then I rest with the fact that it could very well mean what I don’t want to hear.

And I ask, is it well with my soul, will it be well with my soul?

I see God and see what His character says about me,

About my life, about what He wants for me,

And I trust, I trust that all will be well and one day, I can appreciate the silence

And see, live, watch it’s spoken word and be at peace with myself, with the world and with who I am at the time.

And it’s all because of God.

Then the silence means something, something deeper than I had anticipated.

The silence makes sense again because at the time it was required,

Not to set me in anguish but to speak of it’s importance,

It was needed even though I didn’t see it or understand why,

But oh too well, the conclusion is drawn,

It was needed to work out for what was best at the time and for the future.

All I hope and pray is that in the silence, I can still see God’s loving Father Hands in control,

Otherwise the silence will be hard to endure,

I know that one day words will be spoken to cover the silence that was,

And in that day, I will be at peace knowing that I am where He wants me to be.

The future –if silence means what God wants it to mean,

Then the future looks great,

Because all the words that would have been spoken, yet were not meant to be,

Are being spoken in what was waited for in earnest longing,

It may not be what I, we expected,

But we know that in God, the silence spoke the right words.