There is a frightening silence that comes after the rain A time when mere mortals are forced to accept their insignificance in comparison to God A time of reflection When you are left with all the broken pieces left from the last storm that broke you You are left to pick the pieces Unaware of how to fit it all together You go to the one who knows Who can help solve this battlefield of a body you’ve been left with You wait And pray And wait With no answer You turn to the one who you’ve been left with Yourself But even on days like this It isn’t enough You pray again But this time you hear a soft whisper “The answer has always been in the wait” So you wait Reminded that you are just mere mortal and your faith lies in the hands of God Steph I
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