The Voice Becomes the Silence That Holds You
The evening settles in, and with it comes the quiet terror that the sound of their voice is slipping away from you. You reach for the memory, but it feels like smoke—fading, thinning, impossible to hold.
It feels like losing them all over again. But listen closely.
The love that spoke those words did not vanish when the sound faded. It was planted inside you, a seed that grows whether you can hear it or not.
You are not losing them; you are simply learning to hear them in a new way. The voice you miss is now the silence that holds you.
The memory is not gone; it has become the air you breathe.
Drawing from
Mark 5:19, Gospel of Mary 5:4-5
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