roar of silence

Dear Le-Roi

I once fell off a mountain and crushed my jaw. They stitched and wired me up and left me with a pen and paper. I dozed around, dumb, for six weeks on a diet of protein feed and myprodol and learnt this

most of what we say is unnecessary, even if it means something; but everything that we sing is vital, even if it means nothing.

Of course, your silence is different, and deeper. And so is your voice. Your voice doesn't just talk, it moves mountains. I miss your voice. I miss the mountains. I miss being moved.

Remember it's your soul that moves your voice, though, and trust in that.

Faith like mountains
jezebel