When we are lost

Reason- there is no reason
We cannot comprehend;
Where there was certainty 
There lies a gaping hole-
An emptiness too big to fill;
Reason - there is no reason-
We want to shout it out.
We cry without sound.
It’s too big,
Our voice too small.
Questions, but no answers 
Drift on the breath 
Of  silence;
But listen- 
On the wings of the dove 
Peace descends,
In a still small voice
That fills the space; 
We are held 
When we are falling
By threads so fine
The strands that tie, 
That hold us fast
Where we belong; 
Connect us to those who love us still;
Beyond the mists  of time, 
We trace the stars across the sky,
The clouds that part,
The light that shines, 
And find our way 
That guides us home.