Silence, creation and the search for God
When the noise has gone,
and the voices fall away,
I am left with the strange weight
of simply being alive.
I did not choose my beginning.
I cannot command my end.
Yet between the two
I spend my days pretending
I belong entirely to myself.
Then evening comes.
The sky darkens,
the first stars appear,
and something within me
grows quiet.
I have never seen God.
Yet I have seen beauty
that seemed to speak of Him,
and felt the strange ache
of wanting something
this world could never quite provide.
Perhaps that hunger
is not emptiness.
Perhaps the soul remembers
what the mind has forgotten.
And when the noise has gone,
I wonder whether God
was ever truly silent,
or whether I
was simply too busy
to hear Him.
Scripture
Genesis 1:3
Yea, in the beginning I created the heaven, and the earth upon which thou standest.
Behind the Poem
Much of life is filled with noise, responsibility and distraction. Yet beneath it remains the deeper question of why we are here and from whom life came. Scripture begins not with an argument for God, but with God declaring Himself as Creator. This poem considers whether our deepest longing may sometimes be less a sign of emptiness than a quiet recognition that we were made for something beyond ourselves.
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