Comes a time
When the trees, like the clouds,
The waves, the mountains
No longer answer your questions.
leastwise if they do –
You cannot hear,
Or make sense, of them.
Doesn’t mean you have to
Stop asking,
Or give up all faith.
But, surely, when all
You get back is silence
You need to realise
It’s time to start to
Work it out for yourself.