There’s a statue of Jesus
On a monastery knoll
In the hills of Kentucky
All quiet and cold
He’s kneeling in the garden
As silent as a stone
All his friends are sleeping
And He’s weeping all alone
And the man of all sorrows
He never forgot
What sorrow is carried
By the hearts that he bought
So when the questions dissolve
Into the silence of God
The aching may remain
But the breaking does not

“The Silence of God” — Andrew Peterson

In the silence… even when brokenness has had its work… an aching may remain. And then there are the times, like in my own life right now, where a breaking happens in a fresh way, when I feel the deep pain all over again.