The stones skip\ two, three, four times\ before the sea takes them back The sun sets\ like a prayer\ no one hears There was a time\ when we carried each other\ with open hands\ without counting the cost Those who saw us\ knew us not by our words\ but by how we bent\ toward one another The bread was broken\ and with it we broke\ ourselves for each other Then the sky fell silent\ and the silence grew too long\ We built walls of certain answers\ and called it faithfulness Behind the walls\ a different silence\ than the one we knew at first The first was rest\ this one is absence Some evenings by the sea\ when the light fades\ and the stones skip across the water\ we still hear it\ far away See how they love one another Still the stones skip\ but the ripples do not reach as far Still the bread remains\ but who breaks it now