If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
i am so grateful the Lenten season is upon us. i am desperate to draw closer to God and am hopeful my penitent heart will not betray me, yet again. i felt something lift on saturday and even though i am still trudging toward God, i am finally "onto something," something deep and dark and yet, not nearly as elusive as i would have made it out to be.
Our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee. St. Augustine
My restless heart has been crying out to God for so long, i feel as though i have been a silent psalmist. i am ready to write again. i haven't felt this way in such a long while, but for the next 40 days, we will see if i can't post a little something daily. not really a Lenten sacrifice, but it will help me process through the mire of what i consider to be my healing. i will continue to read Holy Scriptures, my Lenten reading, and write here, daily. who knows? i may actually turn it back into something i enjoy.
peace be with whoever still reads along.