Somehow, I must sit to listen.
Standing implies a readiness for action, for the executing of the will.
To hear You I must sit down and calm down.
The magpie mind chatters.
It doesn't know about stopping.
How helpless I feel in its automatic firing, its busy babbling.
It is impossible to hear You as long as I am full of sound.
I turn this helpless prayer toward You.
... slowly unknowing everything, becoming dark,
becoming yielding ... just sitting.
O Might Counselor, speak to us
within our hearts;
let your voice be heard.
And as we listen and heed your Word,
joy will be our song of thanks.
As You lead us into the Silence,
we become friends with solitude.
With trust in You, our lives become simple,
assurance and peace leaving
no room for fear.
All that we have is gift from You,
O Gracious Creator,
all that we are is Yours as well.
May we come to see that all
we give to others,
we give to ourselves and You.