Monday, September 17, 2007

Dear God,

The house is eerily quiet this morning. Just the whirr of the clothes dryer. I've returned to writing in the basement instead of the bedroom. Feels good.

I'm in the 'tween stage of something, of what I don't know. I'm waiting, watching. I'm looking forward to going back to Christ in the Desert Monastery. Silence, true silence, the kind that speaks profoundly. There's a huge difference between the absence of sound and silence. I'm looking for silence. Perhaps silence will let me in on the mystery of what I'm feeling.

I've learned how to carve out a quiet place in my home. I know how to create quiet. Took years to accomplish the feat. Quiet is a beginning of what I want and it leads me to silence, a better place to communicate.

I don't know exactly what I mean or understand all the feelings bottled inside. I just know it's the 'tween stage. Need to be content until I am confronted, by you.

Make me ready
for your challenge.
Make me
soft, supple,
ready to be
moulded,
yet again.
Let not my clay
be hard,
crumbly.
In your hands
may it be
like fresh clay.
An object
of creation.
Willing.

Love, Andrea