Love will come again
Ah, the heart's a wonder, stronger than the guns of thunder! Even when we're torn asunder, love will come again.
The world has become noise, silence its orphan child. The contemplative is a seed of silence planted amidst the jungle of noise, one whose harvest will come at a later time, perhaps a later age. The contemplative is a witness to silence, affirming that all things come out of silence and must return to silence to be healed and re-created.