Returning to a Poem About Silence, Soul Listening, and the Courage to Stay
Author: Robert LiPuma
Not every beginning feels bold.
Some begin in the quiet—not with answers, but with waiting.
This week’s reflection centers on that space.
The space between what we long to know and what we’re slowly becoming ready to receive.
Earlier this month, we shared a poem in our first Glimpse newsletter.
It was written in a time of waiting. A time of silence.
But also—a time of becoming.
And it felt important to return to it here.
Not to explain it.
But to hold it.
More fully. More gently.
More personally.
So if you’ve read this before, read it again like you haven’t.
And if this is your first time, take your time.
Let the stillness speak.
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Before the Answer
by Robert LiPuma
Not every silence is empty.
Not every waiting is waste.
There is a music in the stillness
that only the soul can taste.
I asked the question, bold and clear,
but no reply came near.
Only breath,
and sky,
and a single falling tear.
But even that—
was enough.
For the question taught me how to see
the quiet places in between
where answers start to be.
So now I wait—not lost,
but lit by wonder’s grace.
I know the answer comes in time.
But first, I hold this space.
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Sometimes becoming looks like not knowing.
Sometimes growth begins with letting go of needing to know.
Thank you for holding this space with me.
Next week: We close out May with a reflection on soul-paced change—a reminder that becoming is not a race.
