Silence isn’t always golden.
Sometimes it’s leaden—
laden with the weight of heavy hearts.
Sometimes it’s toxic—
spiked with the poison punch of bitter hatred.
And sometimes silence is dark—
haunted by the glare of unseen eyes—
like the cave where Elijah tried to hide,
only to be found by the silence.
But whatever else it may be,
silence is never empty,
for it is filled with the voice of God,
calling us out of our darkness
and into the light of God’s never-failing love.