Deep Things

There are no words for the deepest things. Words become feeble when mystery visits and prayer moves into silence. In post-modern culture the ceaseless din of chatter has killed our acquaintance with silence. Consequently, we are stressed and anxious. Silence is a fascinating presence. Silence is shy; it is patient and never draws attention to itself. Without the presence of silence, no word could ever be said or heard. Our thoughts constantly call up new words. We become so taken with words that we barely notice the silence, but the silence is always there. The best words are born in the fecund silence that minds the mystery.

                                                                                      John O'Donohue

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in that moment

between darkness and dawn

when the sun merely hints at its presence

there is a profundity

one is assailed by the silence

and finds relief in the owls

who suddenly decide

to sing a love song

in that moment you can hear yourself breathe

hear the crunch of your feet on the earth

feel your heart beat

feel your feelings

and experience the roar of your brain

as it fills the silence with people

ideas,

and hear the roar subside,as you

take a deep breath

and feel the coolness of the fall

flow through you

and let everything go

except that one sliver of light

that one clarion call

that one feeling

of love

and let the face of your beloved

arise