The Silence of God

photo courtesy of Rachel BellĀ  There’s a statue of Jesus on a monastery knoll In the hills of Kentucky, all quiet and cold And He’s kneeling in the garden, as silent as a Stone And His friends are all sleeping and He’s weeping all alone And the man of all sorrows, he never forgot What sorrow is carried by the hearts that he bought So when the questions dissolve into the silence of God The aching may remain but the breaking does not The aching may remain but the breaking does not In the holy, lonesome echo of the silence … Continue reading The Silence of God