God, be my silence that never fills,
my empty space that stays open,
my mystery that never resolves.
Be my quiet that is never wounded,
the calm that rises up
and puts its hand on my trembling hand.
Be the stillness I don’t need to break,
the question that haunts me forever,
the opening that no one may close.
God, be the presence that is enough,
the Word that remains,
the moment I am in.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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