Windward Quietist
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 | | Subject: Quietist Poem for Teaching #8 Fri Sep 20, 2024 4:22 pm | |
| Rippling rivers of rapture,
Whispers of the heart's reprieve,
In silence, we find our savior,
Where words alone cannot conceive.
Beneath the cloak of quietude,
Our souls in soft surrender lay,
Far from the tumult of the throng,
Where true devotion has its day.
Vain repetitions, like a veil,
Conceal the earnestness within,
The heathen's hopeful incantations,
A cacophony of sin.
Our Father, ever-watchful,
Needs not our many pleas,
He knows the whispers of our hearts,
Before they find the breeze.
Sensible love, though sweet and fair,
Can cloud the divine view,
For God delights in silent souls,
Their purest essence true.
To still the mind, to fix the will,
On Him who guides our way,
In quietude we find our strength,
In tranquil moments, pray.
In life's grand tapestry woven,
Where duties intertwine,
The threads of good deeds shimmer,
Reflecting prayers divine.
Theophylact's wisdom echoes,
Through ages long since past,
In every act of kindness,
Our souls commune at last.
Not by the words we utter,
But by the deeds we do,
Our prayers ascend to heaven,
Like incense, pure and new.
Rest not in repetition,
But in the silent song,
Where love and grace are intertwined,
In God's eternal throng.
For He who sees the unseen,
And hears the unspoken word,
Rejoices in the quiet heart,
Where truth is unheard.
So let us live our prayers each day,
In action and in deed,
And find our hearts in silent praise,
Where God's love is indeed. | |
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