It is lurking, ready to pounce, with horrid power

Watchful eyes staring, ready to punish . . .

I am a coiled spring, spiralling into despair

Tensing, sensing … the evil beast of silence.

It is gliding, ready to leap, with frightening speed

Submerged, wide jaws ready, with power to devour . . .

I am drowning, lungs full of hurt

Tensing, sensing … the evil beast of silence.

                     .....

But YOU! You were meant to care

To provide, nurture, share . . .

But love and talk are rare.

I feared you, like the beasts,

anger and shame consumed me

I am punished by the unspoken words

You've hidden, withdrawn, and I am left

Tensing, sensing … the evil beast of your silence.

                   .....

Now, yes, NOW I am at peace

Now I understand, and now I am free . . .

And I forgive, and offer love.

The silence is warm now, not cold

It's a gift of love, beauty to behold

                 .....

Silence is a dawn – God's whisper of hope

It's a sunset – a golden benediction

It's a lake – still as a silver mirror

Reflecting His heart . . .

No fear, no punishment

No tensing, just sensing

The miracle of His love

Unspoken words declaring through nature

The beauty and comfort of silence.