Pierced

SilenceHoldsRevealsConcealsEverything.


Confided
Within
Silence
Is
Grace.


The clanging bell tolls with a hollow cowbell sound and like cattle we are summoned to the trough. Overflowing with milk and honey, enough never satisfies, we starve. Victimized by the trillionth promise of safety the world conjures up, we covet. Like Pavlov's dog expecting satisfaction, we drool.

The noise and commotion,
Clatter and clamor
Empty desire and blind ambition
Pulverize silence like a bloody jackhammer.

Blotted transgressions masquerading as grievances and regrets, dreams smolder as the body gets older and vain hopes of the promise of something extra... silence amidst this violence seems preposterous.

Children of Grace, heirs to inheritance
Your prayers have been heard for Holy Innocence.
Faithful to the Solemn Pact
Silence knows its time to act.

The sheer magnitude of silence dwarfs violence and the Grace confided within exposes its folly. Listen.

The church bells ring!
Extolling The Exemption.
The Angels sing!
Of the prodigal's redemption.

Knowing innocence reestablishes our trust in silence, Innocence did. That's when Innocence in Silence absorbed the violence, absolved and then transformed it.

Glory the day when Silence shouted
The violent winds, Grace re-routed.
Laying bare a Love so fierce


Willingly hung Innocence Pierced