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?

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