Let all of my “stuff” —
my activities, my emotions, my stresses
— be permeated by your silence,
like the spaces between fence slats
or the sun’s rays through the clouds,
like the infinitesimal space of movement
between the quivering atoms in a solid table;
not a silent void
but a life-giving quiet
which pays close attention to your presence
within every breath and micro moment,
and surrounding the universal macro.
Let my stuff be full of holy silence.
my activities, my emotions, my stresses
— be permeated by your silence,
like the spaces between fence slats
or the sun’s rays through the clouds,
like the infinitesimal space of movement
between the quivering atoms in a solid table;
not a silent void
but a life-giving quiet
which pays close attention to your presence
within every breath and micro moment,
and surrounding the universal macro.
Let my stuff be full of holy silence.