You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
—John O’Donohue from To Bless the Space Between Us
The ancient psalmist plucked his strings
and sang a sentence sprung from you:
“Be still and know that I am God”
Be still, my soul, like a winter landscape
which is wrapped in the white prayer shawl
of silent snow fringed with icy threads.
— Edward Hays from Prayers for a Planetary Pilgrim
A Circle of Quiet
after the angel
and let it be,
and blessed is she,
— Jan Richardson from Through The Advent Door
There are no words for the deepest things. Words become feeble when mystery visits and prayer moves into silence. In post-modern culture the ceaseless din of chatter has killed our acquaintance with silence. Consequently, we are stressed and anxious. Silence is a fascinating presence. Silence is shy; it is patient and never draws attention to itself. Without the presence of silence, no word could ever be said or heard. Our thoughts constantly call up new words. We become so taken with words that we barely notice the silence, but the silence is always there. The best words are born in the fecund silence that minds the mystery.
— John O’Donohue from Eternal Echoes
- Silence and Stillness
- Be Still and Let Love Discover Us
- Keeping Quiet
- Silence Is A Prayer of Listening
- A Day of Silence Can Be A Pilgrimage In Itself
- Everything Has Its Wonders, Even Darkness And Silence
- Silence Reveals. Silence Heals