Hush, My Heart
Hush, just for the length of an aleph. So near is the spring. Steady, my heart. Your heart is like the invisible waves of the sea, I know. If only there was another way than waiting, believe me, I wouldn’t stop you. But there isn’t. There’s no other way. Do not forget, even a medicine needs time to work, and a flower does not blossom even a minute before the right time. Hush, my heart, until this winter turns into spring, until this night turns into day, until the roads come closer, until relief comes for this burden, and until our faces flow with the tears of reunion. Hush…
Hush, my heart. Believe that everything will be blessed in return for all your silence. Hush…
Hush, my heart. Do not put so much into words. The more you speak, the more your heart overflows, and the more it worries, so the waiting gets even harder.
Hush, my heart. Do not speak out. Speak less, so that things may mature. Speak less, so you won’t say a wrong word toward God.
Hush, my heart. Let every silence be the answer. Let every silence be patience. Let every silence be your prayer. Let your silence be the name of your sincere cry. Let your silence emphasize your wait, your hope, your belief, your love…
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