Whispering Silently

The silence grows thick inside
Outside the noise clamors it’s messy tune
But inside a sweet hum lulls me to sleep
Whispering silently, tenderly, I am your rest

Faithfully I wonder at the dark
Unable to know what taps in the night
But inside a sweet hum tells me to trust
Whispering silently, tenderly, I am your rest

I spend myself fully through service
I’m drained of energy and lacking desire
But inside a sweet hum urges me on
Whispering silently, tenderly, I am your rest

A wound of sweet love purges me deep
No knowledge if its source, have I, to trust
But inside a sweet hum directs my course
Whispering silently, tenderly, I am you rest


-Father Jacob Bertrand