Perched upon the muzzle of a cannon
Perched upon the muzzle of a cannon
A yellow butterfly is slowly opening
and shutting its wings.
The fruit of silence is known only to those with experience. There is gradually born within us in and of our silence itself, something that will draw us on to still greater silence. God leads us into solitude to speak to our heart. Let our hearts be a living altar from which there constantly ascends before God pure prayer, with which all our acts should be imbued.