what will it be?

the stinging silence
of questions unanswered
the sometimes careless conclusions
of unmet expectations
the confusion of hopes
vascillating between fear and truth
the reckless call for justification
that true love cannot entertain
the realisation of depths of need
that cannot be filled by man
the wandering and wondering
of a heart that has failed
to see beyond her own
the crying out of a silly child
to One who's listening
the drops of precious silver
caught in the deep Well
the healing that arises
from grace and truth revealed
the humble submission that
she fights so hard to give
the yielding that must come
for beauty and love to spring

what will it be?