No One Knows.

When no one knows; when no one suspects; when there is nothing on your face and your eyes divert the gazes, then, the song arises, a medley of blended songs of sadness and joy, of despair and hope.

No one knows.

If they knew, they could not fully know or understand.

It is present in some untouchable place that touches you deeply and persistently. It resides in the secret place of unspent tears and words that have not fully formed, groans that cannot be uttered.

It is your pain, your passion, and your hope bundled into a package of faith and anticipation and you know exactly what I mean even though I have said it badly.

You know.

God knows ...

... and cares.