Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Dear God,

Your word blows in the canyon, like leaves picked up on the ground swirling toward the heavens and back. In the silence and solitude all is indeed quiet. In the marvelous sound of silence, mysteriously your word appears in the mind, in the heart and in the soul. Unexpectedly your presence is in the human heart, in mine, and I realize once again the majestic nature of divine love that penetrates humanity's soul.

Yesterday as I prayed in the upward walk by the stations of the cross, you spoke to me loud and clear. "You have told me what you want; now be quiet and listen to me." I entered a deeper silence and you began to speak.

There is a mystery being lived out here on the mountain. There is a daily rhythm, one day is not really different than the last. However, it is in the midst of routine daily ritual that the divine mystery arises. It is a different word for each person, not the same at all. When it seems as though nothing is happening, so much is taking place that it nearly bowls a person over.

I spoke for three days to you. You know the desires of my heart but I hadn't listened for yours. I have entered a deeper silence now, ready, desirous of listening to you. Your word has power, always given in love and grace.

Most Holy God,
let your word
be the word
I hear.
Silence my
own voice
so the
only voice
I hear
is yours.

Love always, Andrea