Stand in the same silence

Stand in the same silence
 
I am a crooked man who lives in a crooked house
built upon the shifting sands of this old tidewater town.
 
When my neighbors gather, ask me to explain myself, 
I’m at a loss – there’s not a single motive left 
 
to pull from my bag of tricks; no excuses,
except maybe, God made me do it. 
 
But many of them don’t believe in God
and the ones who do, don’t believe in God the way I do.
 
They picture Him somewhere
on the other side of the galaxy
 
rather than moving amongst them
on my unkempt lawn.
 
I no longer offer explanations –
none of them speak my language.
 
And when they leave me to myself, only I believe
that it is God who lifts my hand to wave goodbye.
 
O child of God, stand in the same silence
Your Saviour employed to awaken the world.