Silence Of The Saints

With ancient tales of sacrifice are their epic stories told.

While we wonder how ours is going to unfold.

Asking if our actions are good enough to hold.

But thinking about it somehow makes us bold.

In the haste of our zeal

We made fatally cutting mistakes

Now our wounds are quite deep to heal.

Appearing too smart for our own sakes.

In the secret place we vomit our struggles.

Problems and weaknesses implanted from our cradles,

Looking for the friend in whom we may confide,

Praying and searching for that which will give us rede.

The pain of loss plagues us with fear.

Doctrines of total annihilation preached to recompense.

Transcending an extreme impression of nemesis.

Throwing in the towel seems like our escape plan.

Is there a way out that is not costly?

Our hearts beat with vibrations of pain unheard of.

Aching with desires that are ominous.

Petrified by how far it goes.

We hide in the gloom of our rooms.

Shedding the tears of our disappointments.

Some call it hypocrisy in the ignorance of the panting of our hearts and hope.

Not understood we are hanged on a rope.

Then a calm voice speaks,

Accompanied by a light that dawned upon our minds,

strangely comforting our pain.

"All of this will soon make sense,

even though it gets intense

you will always have My presence no matter what happens."