Windward Quietist
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 | | Subject: Quietist Poem for Teaching #5 Wed Sep 18, 2024 9:57 pm | |
| In yonder quietude, where whispers cease to be,
Where hearts in silent harmony with heaven agree,
Where desires flee and thoughts lay bare their reign,
Lies the realm of prayer, in the core of the unseen plain.
First, we speak in tongues of men, our pleas we lay,
In a dance of syllables, our burdens we convey.
These are the prayers of words, in earnest flight,
Seeking solace in the embrace of light.
Next, we hush our cravings, our spirits soar,
In the sanctum of the second silence, we adore.
Where wants and wishes melt into the air,
And in their stead, peace and stillness rare.
Thirdly, we delve into the deep abyss of mind,
Where thoughts are scarce, like stars that cease to shine.
A chamber vast, where God alone does reign,
The silent symphony of a holy domain.
Here, in this sacred space, we find reprieve,
From the chaos that so often makes us grieve.
The words are gone, the desires ceased,
In the third silence, God is all that's released.
The mystic's quest, the saint's delight,
To be one with the divine in quiet might.
Where understanding blooms without a sound,
Where hearts are bound, profound and tightly wound.
In this hallowed place, where no man may intrude,
The soul finds grace, in the silent solitude.
For in the silence, when all is stilled,
God's voice is heard, and His will is filled.
No need for eloquence, no pleas to speak,
Only the quiet yearning, so soft and meek.
The light within us, a glowing ember,
Fueled by faith, by love, it does not slumber.
The most perfect silence, where God does impart,
The wisdom of the ages, the purest art.
To be present, to listen, to truly be,
Is the ultimate prayer, the ultimate decree.
In this sanctum, where we stand so small,
Our spirits touch the infinite, the all in all.
The humblest prayer, yet the most divine,
Is to be still, to know, and let God shine.
So pray without ceasing, in every phase,
With words, with longing, in thoughtless haze.
But seek the silence, where the soul takes flight,
To dwell with God in boundless, endless night.
For in that place, where self is lost,
Where words and thoughts come at no cost,
We find the truth, we find the way,
To live in union, day by day.
Behold the beauty of the silent plea,
Where God's goodness, we gratefully decree.
Pray without ceasing, let your heart be free,
In the embrace of the ultimate mystery. | |
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