Meditations for Lent

“But if you go into solitude with a silent heart, the silence of creation will speak louder than the tongues of men or angels.”

Thomas Merton

Receive and be silent.

I wait, and I wait, and I wait. And then it comes. The meaning, the salt of my life – the savory. I don’t quite know what it is, except that it has to do with my raison d’être. Something in this non-physical world is giving the essence to deal with the physical world. I am searching for the meaning that needs to come – an understanding of the universe, a lucidity of eternity, the gift to be silent.

We receive in silence, but then we need the words to take what we received to others : epiphany, eternity, infinity, faith, hope, love – catching the “big fish”.

For me, it’s the brushstrokes that lead me closer to the greater mysteries of compassion, healing and hope and are my language for communicating.

“Remember, mystery isn’t something that you cannot understand — it is something that you can endlessly understand! There is no point at which you can say, ‘I’ve got it.’ Always and forever, mystery gets you!” (Richard Rohr)

 

 

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