Conspicuous Nothing


Caves on Cave Ridge

Image by brewbooks via Flickr

Lonely to sit alone and imagine a Godly conversation.

So many souls just brushing by.

The silence is a roar of conspicuous nothing.

Joyful to know that God is near.

The silence is a roar of conspicuous something.

Not counting the souls who bustle about.

The cave of isolation is never far.

And the comfort of His presence is always near.

 

By His Grace.

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