If I sit in the woods long enough, will the answers appear?
Carved into a tree…spelled out in pebbles on the stream bed?
If I sit here long enough, will I know?
Or do You plan to leave me here
Unknowing
The cacophony of the swollen river keeps time with the cacophony in my head
And still You leave me here
My pride demands more of You
My despair expects nothing
I remain alone
listening for the whisper 