These caverns need not be filled 

with vacuous noise -

I wish to be attuned to 

the whispers of earth and sky 

to the ancient of ancients &

the nudging of something age-old.

You speak in the silence and 

remind me that you you knew me before I knew me,

before I became all too familiar with 

my inability to wholeheartedly love.

These silent stones speak of mercy and justice,

of love that met dust and sweat and blood 

perspired in the heat of the sun

bled under a crown of thorns. 

You speak to my 

hardheartedness, and ask me to be still 

in the cavernous spaces of resounding echoes 

of who you are, Alpha & Omega

Beginning and end, you are transcendent one 

who tasted grimy earth as incarnate flesh.

And your pierced palms push pause 

on my constant questions 

of whether or not I am beloved.