I said, “If You are here, talk to me,” and all I heard was the silence of my prayers emptying at altars and incense bowls.
“Talk to me,” I said but Your silence was like my emptying prayers at altars of incense bowls.
Talk to me talk talk to me I said, and in the silence of my emptied prayers You spoke and it was like a billion billion voices asking to be heard. To be heard.
Art RN, detail of Valley of Songs.