Letter 4457
In a wasteland, where I do not hear your voice. Brackish water, mired walkways.
Are you truly silent even here, Lord? The sun here is the same one that shines on my simple home.
If I do not hear you, could it be that I am not listening with great enough intent? My surroundings have frightened me, and I have closed down.
Let me breathe. In. Out. Again. Let the gentle repeating breath open my chest, and allow me to hear your voice.
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What are you saying? All is well. All is well. And all is well.
Let me listen for your voice.
Consider:
Can I listen for you, even when frightened?
Reading:
❖ “And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in every thing.” — William Shakespeare, As You Like It
❖ “The Father spoke one Word, which was his Son, and this Word he speaks always in eternal silence, and in silence must it be heard by the soul.” — St. John of the Cross, Sayings of Light and Love
❖ “It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.” — Lamentations 3:26 (KJV)
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~B.R.