It’s more…
Gentle Pilgrim,
do not be anxious in those times
when your prayers are struck dumb
and God falls silent.
Do not worry when you walk among ruins
longing for an explanation,
when you break your questions
against the hard darkness,
when the ears of your heart
stop up like wells of clay,
when you listen and hear
nothing.
Take heart: you have not
been cut off,
you have fallen into the
deep green pool
at the center of the world
where there is no language,
only presence.
You have passed out of the
market of words
and into the hands of God.
Wrap the silence around you
like a prayer shawl,
this communion with mysteries too great
to be compressed into the paper cups of words.
Be still, and trust God’s mute embrace,
God’s sigh too deep for words,
God’s presence,
beyond all explanation.
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Copyright © 2009
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com
