nine::twentyeight

In solitude,
in the silent listening,
on the quiet mountain,
or by the trickling stream,
in the silent listening,
we might hear our name.
We, in solitude,
in the company of friends,
in hope,
in trust,
might see our end.
We perceive the emptiness,
the darkness,
the ruins which we encamp,
and, though dimly,
we see a light.
In silence
the light may be dark,
not to us,
but to the chattering,
yet light shines,
our name is spoken
in silence.
Now we may ask,
who am I?
With humility we may ask,
Who do you say I am?

(Haggai 2:1-9, Psalm 43, Luke 9:18-22)