Echoing Thoughts.

In the loud silence, my thoughts echo. My musing goes unheard. My counsel reflected.

Where is my council?

Blazing dreams.

Meandering quietude.

Sonorous thoughts and reticent opinions.

Fluid verve?

New perspectives, challenges, debates and sharings. These I seek. Of them, none held fulfilled.

My council sits empty, voices withheld. Where I expected polemics, none has been yielded.

I wait in pregnant expectance.

Within my virtual dominion, echoing thoughts reign.

To God be the glory forever and ever.

To Him only, will my spirit yield.

He was, is and ever shall be. Amen.