Silence.
The absence of sound.Â
The stillness that lingers after hot words have been thrown out into the universe.
It is the gap left behind, a hollow space where hearts hold their breath,
where love rearranges its broken pieces in the ache of waiting.
Quiet.
The tender pause before thought becomes speech,
the hush where prayer slips out,
asking for wisdom to guide the next fragile word.
It is the room thoughts need—
to breathe, to soften—before colliding into the air.
And between silence and quiet lies a distance
immeasurable,
a landscape of longing, of mending, of hope.
Seek always the quiet.Â
So that the terrible weight of silence
does not engulf the children.
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