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Trauma steals our tongues. It turns off the language centers of the brain. Lately I have felt wordless, struggling for speech to describe the darkness of these days. Maybe you have too.
But this is all I can think of
while I sit with my wordlessness:
But this is all I can think of
while I sit with my wordlessness:
The Word who spoke the world into being willingly went to the wordless place of death.
He sank into silence.
Christ was indescribably abandoned.
He sank into silence.
Christ was indescribably abandoned.
