Silence
when I need you most
while drenched petals fall
under feeble moonlight
from rose-shrubs uprooted,
tumbleweeds blown
by the howling wind —
Would I need the finger-
touch of nail-prints, my hand
upon your side to know
You are here
somewhere in this garden
as I tread upon the flooded grass,
pellet drumbeats
drown
the silence that taunts
when I need you most.
by D. G. Vachal © 2016
Photography credit: by gnuckx @ Flickr Commons
lilies, sparrows and grass 
This is very moving, and lovely. There are indeed times when God seems to be silent. But, he’s always still there, always listening, always loving. May the Lord’s presence surround you and encourage you.
Thank you, Ellen for the comforting reminder that “He’s always there, always listening, always loving”. God bless you!
I can hear his footsteps in the silence of the garden – beautiful, holy, wondrous!
Thank you, Susan. Oh to hear his footsteps in the silence of the garden is the soul’s joy and delight indeed!
He is as near as the mention of His Name…may we never forget this wonderful glorious truth! Blessings, Dee, always so delighted by your creative mastery of words…
Amen! The nearness of His presence transcends silence. Thank you so much, Susan.
Beautiful, I am reblogging it.
Thank you for reblogging, Carolyn! Blessings!
I like that 😊