Hello, Holy One.
I say your name and smile.
The brush of your presence lifts my heart.
I am softly grateful for a moment of quiet,
For a whisper of love,
For my soul’s anchor buried deep within your heart.
I feel its tug.
My fingers follow the chain, link by link
To the very center of it all.
And there, where the deep surrounds me,
Where I am enveloped by quiet,
I find stillness and peace.
Silence without fidgeting; hope beyond words;
The invasive quiet that comes the moment I release it all into your hands;
For these I am grateful.
This quiet place is the home of my heart.
This deep connection is the essence of being.
I am filled with wonder, with you.
It is only the barest brush with mystery.
Yet it feeds me with a richness that is
Beyond, below, above, within … all.