Ultimately, when you are writing, you stop thinking and write what you hear . . . .

To pray is to listen also, to move through my own chattering to God, to that place where I can be silent and listen to what God may have to say. –Madeline L’Engle

S – I – L – E- N- T. L – I – S- T-E-N.

It cannot be a coincidence that these words are made of the same six letters. The hiss of the ‘s’. The lull of the ‘l’. The soft caress of the ‘n’. A bite of ‘t’. The ‘i’ that can be strong or meek. An ‘e’ almost lost in the folds of the words.

Silent. Listen. Do you hear the whisper?

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Thanks to Shawn Smucker for his post today that inspired me to go back to L’Engle’s Walking on Water to find a little silence where I can listen.

A Bench at Sunrise Image from Spiritus Silentium