you know i cannot swim
yet you chose an island
and the sea drowns my voice
as i call across the waves
do the tides
relentlessly hide
some reply
or is there nothing
despite the constant crash
of white walls
quiet covers me
divinely like Yahweh
who came not to Elijah
in fire quake nor wind
but in the sound
of silence
WOW………………………………….I’m going to have to put that one in my journal. Very profound.