The silence is uttering.
You can’t help but be captivated by its solid words. Breathe in. Breathe out. Smile. Smile that smile that stops the world and makes them turn their heads, and wonder. Dance. Dance like you have life, and in the freedom that erased the chains. Remind them they have the same. Love. Love in a way that makes them not be able to let go, though all their hearts want to do is scream and run away and hope no one sees the depth of their ache, while hoping all the while that someone will chase them. Be. Be, just as you are, for you are His, and He is reaching a hand; the perfect hand, through those finite beats, perfectly placed in their timing, to bring a world back to life. All they all beg for is Jesus. You know that. You can’t ever pretend you don’t. Let your silence bring their noise back to life. And, remember, you exist, just as they do, to be loved.
Because love wins. Always.