Being led home
Your eloquence has left me speechless -
a dramatic pause of forty-four years!
How can I speak? My heart is in my throat.
Even the repetition of Your name intrudes
upon the silence between us.
Lately I've become drunk on the repetition of Your name.
Now I am less susceptible to those other intoxications:
anger, greed and lust.
The purity of Your name draws the poison from my wounds.
O Beloved, how deep is the silence beneath the trapdoor
of our hearts?
The silence of existence before God woke up.
Everyone is being led home by that silence -
that silence we have lost
yet carry around inside us.
O child of God, listen to the Beloved's silence
until it becomes louder than the noise of the world.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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