When silence is heard poem

In quiet rooms where whispers fade,
I hold the words I’m slow to trade.
No eager ear nor friendly gaze,
Just watchful walls that keep my days.

A thousand thoughts like scattered sand,
Slip through the spaces of my hand.
Who counts them all? Who hears them fall?
He knows. He listens. Knows them all.

I need no crowd to weigh my heart,
No vows that fail or drift apart.
When voices fail and doors are shut,
He is enough. My soul is shut.

The secrets kept in silent air,
He gathers gently in His care.
The tears I hide behind my eyes,
He measures deep. He hears my sighs.

When no one stays and none remain,
He mends the seams of unseen pain.
In quiet trust I find my part:
He is enough to fill my heart