Silence

by Jennifer McGuigan
Silent as the grave from which He rose,
Watching, waiting in sweet repose.
In silence, I come.
Liberated, seeking only with Him to be,
Listening for a word that He might say to me.
In silence, I come.
Amid the noise and bustle and need for conversation,
Blotting out the world, sitting in quiet contemplation.
In silence, I come.
Where all are equal; no need to give account,
No recriminations, evaluations, all anxieties surmount.
In silence, I come.
His peace and love surround me; it has done from the start,
Guiding, sustaining; I feel it in my heart.
In silence, I come.
I come into His presence, spend time with Him alone,
Knowing He is with me; that for my sins He did atone.
As in silence……..I come.
(Written while on retreat at St Beuno’s, September 2018)