P is for Prayer.
Before my trip, with the Lenten season on my mind, I wrote a Collect for Laity Lodge.
To the God of Silence —
Speak to me in whispers
in gentle breezes
in the laughter of running water
and the tears of gentle rain.
Remind me now and again
that You are with me every moment.
Fill my heart with Your silence
and Your song
Through Jesus —
who heard Your silence in Gethsemane
and again on the cross
and who now sits at Your right hand.
Elie Wiesel, in his foreword to the newest translation of Night, said, “[I] trusted the silence that envelops and transcends words… For despite all my attempts to articulate the unspeakable, ‘it’ is still not right.” And later, “[Some things] need to remain between the lines.”
Night‘s awful story needs to be heard — yet it speaks as much through the silences as it does with the words. It is a powerful book.
And I found myself, during Lent, going again and again to God’s silence in Gethsemane and at Calvary.
So much is said between those lines.
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This is so powerful that it brings tears. You know why.
Love you, friend.
So lovely, Sally, your poem, your thoughts, thank you for sharing!
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