Dear God, my words, even those of prayer, can be so hollow. I speak by rote, I pray as from a script. Lord, let me draw near to you in inner silence. Let no words come between my need and your answer. Let my thoughts carry my prayers straight into you. Let me hear your answer in my core, directly.
What I learn in this quiet time cannot be spoken. I try and it is mercury, slipping away. Useless words.
Lord, let me grasp what I know. My desire to speak it is prideful at root – let me know you in silence.
(Letter #1352)
Daily Letters to God 