I called God,
He picked up
I said,
“Hey God”
He said,
“Hey Owen… how are you?”
I said I’m alright,
but you know how “alright” sounds
when it’s carrying too much
Then I started telling Him about you
About the way your voice
doesn’t just reach me
it stays
About your smile
how it feels like something
I’ve been missing
without knowing
I told Him everything
how I love you
not loudly
not perfectly
but fully
And while I spoke
He stayed quiet
No questions
No warnings
No “be careful”
Just silence
The kind of silence
that feels like listening
the kind that doesn’t interrupt
the kind that lets your heart
empty itself
And somewhere in that quiet
I started to understand
maybe He wasn’t silent
because He had nothing to say
maybe He was silent
because
for once
I had found something
He didn’t want to interruptI called God,
He picked up
I said,
“Hey God”
He said,
“Hey man… how are you?”
I said I’m alright,
but you know how “alright” sounds
when it’s carrying too much
Then I started telling Him about you
About the way your voice
doesn’t just reach me
it stays
About your smile
how it feels like something
I’ve been missing
without knowing
I told Him everything
how I love you
not loudly
not perfectly
but fully
And while I spoke
He stayed quiet
No questions
No warnings
No “be careful”
Just silence
The kind of silence
that feels like listening
the kind that doesn’t interrupt
the kind that lets your heart
empty itself
And somewhere in that quiet
I started to understand
maybe He wasn’t silent
because He had nothing to say
maybe He was silent
because
for once
I had found something
He didn’t want to interrupt
