Seek his face in silence and repose
Take your time there is no hurry.
Form no mental picture or imaginings
if they come let them pass
Never seek light
the great silence
and you will find him deep within you
leave him in peace
From time to time
He will come to you
Seek his face in the great silence
with a stilled and silent heart ready to say yes.
he is the tenderest sweetest love
like a fragile flower which can so easily be trodden underfoot
he is so very very humble
that he loves us
and gives us life
even in his own death
I wrote this after seeing the French Documentary The Great Silence about the life of silent prayer that the Carthusians live. It was a reminder of what I had experienced occasionally when I was living a committed life in a Christian community, but had almost completely lost through being just too busy and engaged with the beguiling trivia of life.