Music of a silence

The pregnancy of Joy, Expectation, the Power of Hope, It swelled and stayed, It could not go away, unless

Unless I asked It to leave-

Even then I could not forget It. Not even in Its Silence.

‘Talk to me..’

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.
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Art RN, detail of Valley of Songs.