Sometimes things will break,
And fixing them will take
A humble, honest heart
To love and heal the shattered parts.
A silent place to calm my head,
Empty pews with nothing said.
The only light from votives bright,
That center me in thought tonight.
In silence, I can hear the sound
Of countless saints gathering ’round
And whispering into my ear
The Way I need to go from here.
I believe that quietude
Serves as a sort of “Spirit Food”
That nourishes our inward parts,
And brings new life into our hearts.
If ever things just get too loud,
Take a moment from the crowd
And let the silence speak to you,
And give you grace to make it through.
The Sadness is a void within.
It numbs the heart, it mars the skin;
It breaks the spirit, it pains the soul;
It keeps its victims from the Whole.
Yet the Sadness is a lie,
It can be beaten if we try.
But not alone, for that is how
The Sadness beats upon our brow.
Make the call or say the word.
It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard.
‘Cause help is not for weak or small,
Community’s a need for all.
If you are struggling with depression, self-harm, or thoughts of suicide, it’s okay. Please call 1-800-273-8255 now.