Her beautiful voice, tainted with hopelessness,
still echoes in my ears.
My fist still aches from being thrown against the wall
in a futile attempt to lash out.
I still let my face fall into the pillow
with wet stains from where it touched my eyes,
clutching it tightly with vain hopes
to keep her safe in my arms,
but I'm still too far away.
Still frustrated, still perplexed, still at a loss for words,
I cry out to the one who is still in control,
still loving and mighty and good.
I still listen and He still says,
"Be still and know I am God."