HOLY SILENCE

Letting go is rarely a single act It is a quiet, repeated trust. We release what we cannot carry. Old failures, for example Relationships we could not save Versions of ourselves we have outgrown, too. When we discover that release is not abandonment But freedom And that nothing can separate us from the love of God Or each other We finally understand that we are Already seen, already heard, already kept. That's when we let go without forgetting or excusing And guilt loses its

There is a black obelisk that Rose without warning. Ominous, absolute, and indifferent. Quaintly called 'the silent treatment,' It was erected without consent Like a monolith from an ancient, merciless cosmos. Its surface offers nothing. No handhold and no reflection, No light and no warmth. You circle it day in and day out. You try to speak to it. You implore, but it gives nothing. This is not absence. It is a presence. A deliberate, destructive dark energy. Its purpose is t