his echo, i am not. his laughter, i am not. his glory, i am not. his joy and gladness, i am not. his tears and sorrow, i am. though he knows me, my totality; and despite my waywardness, he keeps me. and in the light of his mercy, he does understand me. his silence i can feel around me... it resonates deeply.
i am capable of love. this he knows. but, am i worth his pain?
there is a reason for his silence and he wants me to see for myself what had been enslaving me. i long for him to stand up, reprimand me and loudly tell me to correct my ways. but, he does not.
it is his gentleness that now haunts me.
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