Is there a boundary in light?
Is there an eternal hell in love?
When logic and debate lose their power,
When every answer fades into futility.
It is not language, not reasoning or argument,
Nor the proof of logical deduction,
But His being with me—
That alone is the unfolding of truth.
No miracles, no angelic glow,
Only the dusk descending,
As we sit side by side by the water,
The birds’ cries deepen the silence.
He says nothing,
Nor do I need to reply,
For in this moment, I am not the listener—
I am the silence that is being heard.
The world still turns,
Wars still rage,
Theologians still debate,
Yet truth quietly soars beyond the fences of words.
When every concept burns out,
He remains, like the unfathomable night sky;
Truth was never something I understood—
It was that I was received by Him.
And we sit still, as night slowly blankets the earth.
He simply sits with me, letting the world unfold without end;
Until I too learn to sit with myself,
Until, in silence, I meet Love itself.
XinYu 2025-07-05