I too was a stranger at first in this dark dripping forest perched at the edge of the sea, but I sought out an elder, my Sitka Spruce grandmother with a lap wide enough for many grandchildren. I introduced myself, told her my name and why I had come.
I praise You in the silence of my heart, for your steadfast love, O my Beloved; I offer prayers of gratitude O Holy One of the universe . My heart leaps for joy, as I whisper to You in the night -- my soul also, which You renew within me.
Prayer is not a solo art form: for, we never pray alone; all prayers offered to the Beloved by whatever Name, whatever form, Meet in the Holy Tabernacle on high, lifting the hearts, needs, and hopes of myriad souls. . . . United in prayer and purpose, individuals from every nation sowing sacred seeds of peace, truth and love, Create the power to usher in the New Dawn. Let us move inexorably onward toward the divinization of planet Earth.
Love is the Conductor of our lives be like members of a fine orchestra with all eyes seeing as One. Keep your inner eye single, focused only on Love; thus will the Great Conductor inspire and guide the music of your life.
True hope is rooted in a Reality beyond ego and illusion. Hope that rises in our hearts is like a buoyant bubble of champagne; for some, it brings tears of relief, while others, may sense a new way to the future that will bring healing to us -- personally, communally, nationally, globally -- to all of Creation. Hope recognizes that many challenges await us on the path, obstacles and possible pitfalls that may delay outcome. In hope we are made new; for it is a sure and steadfast anchor of our soul that enters "the inner shrine behind the curtain," where the Divine Guest abides. So, in the Silence, let us embrace Love and dare to hope: the promise for all of Creation.
Living with an awareness of the companioning presence of angels . . . we come to realize angelic joy is working with us, surprising us, and reminding us that we are loved beyond measure. Limit not the myriad ways your angelic companions may knock on the door of your heart. Spending time in the Silence draws them nigh.
~ Nan Merrill, in Friends of Silence, December 2007
We come to know the power of Silence In deep meditation; here, True Wisdom emerges silently, Rising up from the Mystery Of the unseen Source within all.
Luminous is the word of Truth; like a laser beam, it cuts through ignorance and illusion. . . . Blessed are those who choose Truth. Their path is made straight, their spirit freed to soar.
