In stillness I mouth Your name, devoid of language to describe spirit-hunger.
You speak my name, soul joy ebbs and flows with tide of Your love.
In silence I unfold cupped palm to You, containing my all, tiny mustard seed;
You stretch forth cupped palms containing waters of all the earth;
In beckoning silence I extend small olive branch;
You reach with hands holding cedars of Lebanon;
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In black hole silence I present small candle needing new flame;
You bring forth starry hosts and call each by name.
In hungering silence I stretch forth hand hoarding small morsel of bread;
Your hands serve two loaves, five fish, and feed thousands.
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In silent gulps of desperation I stretch forth drowning hand;
You promise waters will not overtake me.
Silently I come to you in garments of sin, sorrow and despair,
You, who are clothed in splendor and majesty,
Offer to exchange clothing.
I seek You in silence;
You respond amidst quiet thunderings.
I hear you in the breathless quiet;
My soul exults in reverberations of highest praise,
Highest praise,
Highest praise,
Highest praise!
More on silence: explore faith : Why Be Silent? by The Rev. Margaret Jones
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The photos: These photos are of a picture which so reminds me of my prayer warrior mother, and was given to me by my sister when Mother died.
