Gift From God

I offer my own words for you
to try, but your silence
tells me, “No Mommy, not today.
I’ll talk when I’m ready.”

I try to enter your silence,
unchain your syllables,
But my grown-up logic always
fails to unlock the right key.

I enter my own silence as
whispers of a soundless
prayer repeat inside my head.
Show me how-give wisdom.

In the beginning was the Word;
therefore the Word resides
in you, wee one. Yes, I walk by
faith and not by my sight.