Searing My Heart With a Stone

                                       Knowing that you're near, my Lord

                                                  A tender tear floats through the air,

                                       And all my life I've been waiting, too

                                                 Yet waiting now, it seems too long,

                                       Where is the hand that caressed me

                                                  Alone, at night, in my dreams?

                                       Where is the whispering sound of love

                                                  That soothed my soul when you were gone?

                                       Passing shadows condensed to song

                                                  Yet silence seems to drip out loud,

                                       Through a glass darkly still it spills

                                                  Searing my heart with a stone.

                                                                                  s.k. lindeman