I’m putting words together today for an advent / christmas / summer space in the bushfire region’s temporary accommodation villages. Except there are no words.
I don’t know how to speak of faith
– or its absence –
from this landscape of burnt trees
And when i start to speak of peace and joy,
of waiting and hoping,
my words trail off
poor substitutes in the absence of truth.
I don’t know if there is language to make sense
of who we are now
and who god is now –
now we know how wrong we were.
so i am here in the silence
waiting for words to come
or the gift of faith
or for god to be born