A Silent Voice

As I ramble deeper into this wilderness of solitude, the path clears itself like I have never before seen.  The goodness in all things—they come to appear as one.  All that was once so complicated gives way to the simplicity of an inner revelation.

I now see that it isn’t as hard as one would believe to find happiness in solitude.  It is in due time that the fruits of gratitude are gently harvested by the labors of loneliness.  However solitude isn’t for the faint of heart.  It is a heavy-duty heart that is vital to the sound of deafening silence.

In seclusion we must carry the knowledge of compassion for all humanity.  We must hold a reverent demeanor for the goodness in all Creation. And still be humbled by the goodness in our own soul.  How can we endure through extended silence if we do not see the goodness of God within all that we see?  And most important is what it is we see when we look within ourselves.  It is through our own folly that our darkness divides us against the light that God has placed delicate upon our soul to reflect His goodness and become witness to His mercy.

We do not have to run away from ourselves.  It is adequate enough to turn from the inner darkness and walk towards His light.  For this is how He has it planned for us.  It is the only way that we are truly going to find ourselves.  It is not how we have built ourselves through our own ignorance, but how He has made us in his wisdom and reshaped us in His boundless compassion.  For it is His Will that our body and soul shall be a Temple of His Spirit—that our lives should reflect the radiance of His love and our whole being will then repose silent in peace.  Then and only then, will silence speak to us through the grace of the Holy Spirit.

It is not speaking that disrupts silence, but the anxiety to be heard.  The words spoken by the brazen man impose silence on all others, so that his voice may be the only one heard.  The humbled man speaks, so that he may be spoken to.  The humbled man asks of nothing except for the charity of God—then he waits—listening.

Silence is tidied in the summing up of words that we all have lived for.  When we accept Christ—it is by the grace we hear through words of faith. Salvation is often reckoned in a silent prayer full of hope.  Though it is sooner or later, that shall come the time when we must confess God openly before men, and then before the Kingdom of Heaven and all fallen creatures upon this Earth.

If our life’s purpose is poured out in useless words, we will never hear anything.  We will never become anything.  And in the end because we have said everything before we had anything to say—we shall be left speechless at the moment of our greatest decision.

It is through disciplined silence that the final expression is accepted.  Silence is not an end in itself.  The life of silence fans away the smokescreen of words that man has laid down between his mind and things.  In silence we see face to face with the naked being of things.  And yet in the nakedness of reality—that which we fear—stands nothing to be ashamed.   For the solace found in silence is as peaceful as a Springtime morning.  The unity of silence is clad in the pleasant company of an unconditional Love for yourself.  It is in silence that God teaches us to know reality by respecting it where words often leave circumstance lost in translation.

Silence is demanded when awakening from a spiritual slumber.  The whole of our life is a prayer upon the deliverance of our last decision—the only decision that will ever matter.  We also pray with contemplation through silence.  Yet there is a creative thread that allows us to speak to others—tying us all together through collective prayer.

In speaking with graceful ease to others with compassion, we can help them see their way to their own decision.  It would be better yet, that we help them down their own path that leads to the Father and the Son.  In teaching them hope, our very words teach them a new silence—the silence of Resurrection. And in that silence their faith is formed and prepared so that they may speak of what they too have heard.  And the Word of God will then filter clean with divinity through the being of all lost souls.

I have believed, and so I spoke.

2 Corinthians 4 : 13

—BeLove


My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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