If we think we hear,
we no longer listen.
If we think we see,
we no longer look.
If we think we know,
we no longer search.
In the midst of the tintinnabulation and hurly-burly I see a silence overflowing with absence of all but Thee and me. I seek an interior place of listening to the divine where even the unspoken, but thought, words of prayer shatter silence.