When silence is a sacred as song,
and words carry no more meaning than the wind,

and stream-fed waterfalls rushing by pour out their
endless, rhythmic, drowning cadence,

and knowing that my part in creation, just for now, is to
take in as much as my eyes, ears, breath
and beating heart can withstand,

then I know that I am claimed forever by eternity,
through the One whose creative, boundless energy makes
all things good and bright, and bids me embrace the love
freely given me that I can be
a vessel of sharing to others.




( “I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, so that you may know that you have eternal life.” 1John 5:13)