There are no words.
One speaks to God in frightened silence
Broken only by jagged breath.
One reaches for faith
And reaches again.
Before faith, the lurch in the belly.
The gasp from the chest.
The hurt in the heart.
And sighs too deep for words.
Shock. Denial. Floundering.
The waves of fear, threatening to drown.
We must not drown.
We search for a fixed point.
The heart glimpses the rock
Rising up from the water.
The rock shines with promise.
Strong, fixed and charcoal-dark.
The deep water swirls and obscures
So confident in its massive power.
It carries threats of death and echoes of loss.
And loud whispers of nevermore.
Quick now: shut it out.
Do not give it the power it craves.
Focus instead on the fixed point.
Look again and find the rock.
There are no words.
I speak to God in silence and jagged breath.
My arms thrash, thrash and thrash
And touch solid stone.
I hold on, hold on
Fight to hold on to its solid-ness
The waves of fear, and drowning waters
Are all around.
One thrashes and fights
And struggles with all one’s might.
And speaks to God, in silence and jagged breath:
Let my beloved live.
Let him live.
Let us get to the hospital in time.
Let the doctors and nurses know what to do.
Please let my beloved live.
79 thoughts on “NO WORDS”
Thank you. This poem wrote itself.
Powerful words, Cynthia. Inspiring!
Thank you, Lorie Lee. I appreciate it.
Beautiful writing, Cynthia. I haven’t seen you for a few days. Are you doing ok?
We’re holding on to the rock, Levi.
Please pray for us.
I shall. I wondered were you had been the last few days. 🙏
Would you like for me to post an unspoken prayer request for you?
Of course, thanks Levi.
Ok. I will send it to the acts12movement prayer blog. 💐
my eyes welled up with tears………..
“Shock. Denial. Floundering.
The waves of fear, threatening to drown.
We must not drown.
We search for a fixed point.”
thank you for this poem…you gave that place words………
my fixed point was always- “hope” even when it seemed pointless… the human spirits ability to live is amazing….
Ah, Robbie. I didn’t cry all week. Then I wrote this poem. No – it wrote itself. In about 6 minutes today. Then I read it after it was published and cried.
I usually apologize for making people cry when they read anything sad that I’ve written, but this time: thanks for crying with me.
Hope is an amazing thing.
You should not apologize for making me feel…for it keeps me grateful:-) we all have been in this place in one way or another + sometimes what keeps us believing in “hope” is to always remember those times….my husband reminded me of that the other day…my heart goes out to you and don’t ever give up believing + hoping for miracles do still happen today:-)
Cynthia, hold on to the rock…🙏
Thank you. I’m holding on.
Blessings and love . . .
Thank you, Ellen.
Wonderful Cynthia. This is beautiful, stunning and rocked me to me core for its authenticity. I hope there isn’t someone you love being rushed to the hospital.
We’ve been living at the hospital.
Home for just over a day.
My husband ill.
Lou and I pray for you, and I am sharing to a private group of women friends.
thank you, Aggie and Lou and friends. Much appreciated.
Your words are beautiful and cut to the core…praying for your family!!!
We’re grateful. thank you.
sorry to hear about hubby Ms CR, you’re right, don’t stray too far from the Rock. Lovely way you always put things.
Thank you, Tony. We appreciate your words.
Stay strong my sister…. you have the strength within you…..keep holding on to the ROCK.!!!
Thank you, dear Sister.
Prayers for you.
I’m grateful. Thank you.
Thinking of you, fingers crossed and hoping you have some better news for us all shortly. Sending you good vibes across the water.
Those good vibes from Gibraltar really matter and I thank you for them.
Yes, our hope is in God, the Solid Rock. Cynthia, may these verses give you hope and strength: Psalm 33:20-22. With love and prayers, Iris.
Thank you, Iris. I love those verses but hadn’t read them in a while and now I just did. Such comforting words. Thanks again.
Always reaching and often receiving. In faith!
In faith, Eric. Thank you.
Beautiful words, Cynthia, such a powerful pull at the end. I have you and your husband in my thoughts, m’dear.
I’m sure you do, Rosa, and I’m thankful.
The ones that write themselves are always the most heartfelt but I’m sorry that it meant that your husband had to go to the hospital for this one to do so. I hope things are looking better now.
Thank you so much.
Warm thoughts and blessings, Cynthia.
Thank you, Paul.
Wow this is amazing and beautiful, Cynthia! Great post. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
Thanks, Natalie. Be well.
Holding you and Hamlin close in our thoughts and prayers, Cynthia.
Thank you, Gail. Very much.
Powerful, heart wrenching words so beautifully written, Cynthia. It’s hard and I’m sorry. My heartfelt hope and prayers for a good outcome. Keep hugging the rock, lovely lady.
Thank you, Elizabeth. I will. And thanks for your kind words. They matter to me.
My dear, dear Cynthia! I have been praying for you for days and now I know why. I am so sorry for your trouble and fear and grief. I hope and pray for his recovery. The poem is beautiful, really beautiful. All my love, Clare x
Ah, Clare. I knew you would pray, and I am most thankful. I hardly know how a poem that moves so many came out of my soul so quickly, but I guess it needed to get out there, because after I wrote it, I finally cried.
Such a relief to cry but then sometimes it is difficult to stop. My prayers are still with you, your husband and family. Clare x
You are in my thoughts & prayers, too. Hang on to that rock, dear lady!
I’m hanging on, Lori. Thank you. Very much.
Réflexions vraies, humbles et saines : elles me rejoignent au fond de moi. Merci pour tant d’authenticité !
Merci beaucoup, Christiane. Ca me plait.
Your words carry the power within you soul. Stay strong and let me now if I can do anything to help you.
Thank you, Marilyn. What a time it’s been for our family.
Cynthia, your poem is a wonderful description of your faith. Beautiful and powerful words. I pray for you and Hamlin.
Thanks very much, Georgeina. We do appreciate this.
Prayers and hugs, hugs and prayers, dear Cynthia. Just when you think life couldn’t possibly hit you with anything else; WHAM! I am home again, tired, but haven’t been through quite the wringer that you have. Hold strong, hold strong; you are both upheld and loved.
Thanks, Gallivanta. Very much.
We are holding strong most times, a bit weak at times, but still holding.
I’ve been thinking about you and your parents. How are they?
They are frail, as I expected. But they are holding, too. We had time to talk and sometimes a story told in the morning was repeated again in the evening or the next day. But I am sure I will do that one day too. 😉
Gallivanta: I’m doing that already. For years now….
Sometimes the stories are all the sweeter for repetition. 🙂
Lots of prayers your way!! Hope things are going well….Tina
Thanks for keeping the faith.
I really appreciate it.
Your pain is palpable; God bless you and comfort you in your need. ❤
Thank you, Jackie. Very much.
Cynthia, what a world of feeling in your poem. It gave me goose bumps. We wish Hamlin speedy recovery, and it is your steady, prayerful support that will get him – and you – through this trial. Keep holding onto the rock. You can! Add “poet extraordinaire” to your writing resume. This work will help others, too. Carol and Wayne
Oh, Carol and Wayne. Thanks so much for this note. Thank you.
Cynthia, sending you love and light, and every wish of hope and goodness and healing I can send to you and your husband. Over the miles, but through my heart.
Stay strong. Jeanne
Thank you very much, Jeanne.
Your poem is so powerful and blazingly honest. It is raw, and heartbreaking, but the search will be well worth it. Your love and faith will carry you and Mr. Grange further than you can imagine with the support of many, many, many, loved ones.
I think and pray for you, Mr. Grange, and your entire family everyday.
Thank you, Dan. We are glad for your prayers, and thank you for your support.
A beautiful heartfelt poem and prayer.
Thank you, Johanne.
I don’t know how I missed this. It reads like it wrote itself. Definitely from the heart. I hope everything is OK now.
Coming along, MT. Thank you.
Good. Thoughts and prayers winging their way to you!
Thank you, MT.