In candle's glow they live under
An icon's shadow and an unheard cry
And the Truth-bearing words that thunder -
Those Sacred Silences who
tenderly await the soul.
They speak of His coming, not delayed, but near
for etched in unknown depths, they say,
the same Image of the One whose patient tear
slays the heart and gives all away -
In those Sacred Silences who
tenderly await the soul.
Let saving truth's grammar unbound
Those lips thirsting for syllables of love
To drink deep the wisdom in whose font resound
Those words below of the Word above:
As enveloped in great silences
The soul awaits His Coming.
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