Silence is the golden rule
Watchman wary; word-hoard weary
Silver is likened unto it
Speak not two where one will do
But if your lot be more than one
The rule of bronze will be
Weigh each word with jealous heart
And just that few of which is due
A hard drought to bear
The sky gods indifference
Weighs upon the earth
Matthew 15:23 But he did not answer her a word. And his disciples came and begged him, saying, Send her away, for she is crying out after us
Why did you not answer her? Was it really as you said, that you had not come to help her, but only others whom were chosen? But she persisted and you did finally answer. Shall it be this way with me as well, O Lord? Do you test me to see my faith? I am afraid my faith will not pass this test. Rather it is your silence here that seems most familiar to me. Forgive me, Lord, if these words are insolent to your ears. I shall not give up, at least not today.
Psalm 28:1 To you, O Lord , I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit
I would that you be my rock, O God, but instead all I hear is silence when I call to you. Am I being sacreligeous when I tell you this? Do I blaspheme you name with such an accusation. Can the truth be a lie? And shall you let me go down to the pit like those who do not call upon your name? Rise up, O Lord, and defend your honor and be jealous for your name. Dispel these fears of mine and establish me once again in your presence that I might be believe and doubt no more. Have mercy upon me, my God, and speak once more to your servant, lest I forget altogether what the masters voice sounds like.
Psalm 18:41 They cried, but there was none to save; Even unto Jehovah, but he answered them not.
I too cry unto you, but will you answer not? Truly then there will be none to save me, but rather I shall be as like those sons of the kingdom, who shall be cast forth into the outer darkness. Have I been cast away already?
Psalm 18:6 In my distress I called upon Jehovah, And cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of his temple, And my cry before him came into his ears.
Shall you hear me when in my distress I call upon you as well, O Lord? Or shall the heavens be as brass and your eyes turned elsewhere? Where are you, O Lord, and why have you not answered? Has the enemy delayed your response as he did in Daniel’s time, or have I lost favor in your sight. Have mercy on me, O God, and recall my weakness and save from the darkness before it is too late for me.
The night is quiet
No crickets sing in the Spring
Yet Summer draws near