The silence here
has been washing my heart
with forgiveness and so I am
now singing of this holy longing
and how it knows no end
nor start.

Yet, the name given
to this place points to more
simple truth:

this is just a song,
nearly as sweet to sing
as the river of forgiving
now flowing freely
after all the seasonal rain,
just a song arising
from the silence
that never longed,
was never holy nor profane,
is just providing
all the distinction we need
between not yet and never again.

God, how I love.