There is nothing quieter
than a broken heart, and sometimes
it is mistaken
for an angry one
but silence seems to be
the place it can find
peaceful light
comforting flight
and as if it was never heard
it disappears into a sacred space
as if God needed to hold it now
as if God needed to hold it then
a little longer in his grace
and to give it the place to express its pain
its hurt
its aching
its longing
its pain
God allows it all
without punishment or reminder
that it isn’t the same
isn’t remembered
isn’t rehearsed
isn’t practiced
isn’t loud enough amongst the noise
noise louder than it should ever be
in a world where God stands to watch
amongst us, seeking us
loving us
loving us
loving us
loving us the same
And he sits on a river bank somewhere
not seeing the difference in the river bank
he sat on from miles away
seeing the same sunset and sunrise
over all his children
separated by a need greater than he can love away
but he doesn’t give up as bombs and hate
and words and guns blow us up
he walks between waters left too still
and the heartbreaks, our heartaches quieter
than any heart should be or should have been
because again it was mistaken for an angry one
and he touches it within
And then it grows louder than the noise
he watches in a lonely world
filled with men and women
sitting by rivers along banks
with no one watching
his beautiful sunrises and sunsets
and somewhere in the distance he hears
her and him, again and again
painful sorrow ringing from windows open
to let the air in and he finds them
and lets his love set in before the darkness begins
and the hearts are louder now
and maybe heaven sings with them
as they look at one another
and cry loudly
we are all the same
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