Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day’s own trouble be sufficient for the day.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Do you hear me?
Do you see me?
Do you know me?
In the darkness of an aching heart
the frustration rises to a deafening level.
Day after day,
month after month,
year after year
a one way conversation plays out
On my knees, in the silence, I cry out to You
Through my tears, in the silence, I implore You
In the darkness, through the silence, I need You
A single word is heard to drift along an evening breeze. . .
“Beloved. . .”