My Silence is the Lord
"My silence is the Lord,
I listen, his silence speaks at all times.
When I listen not, my hearing is filled with words
and my tongue takes to rambling.
"My resting place is the Lord,
a hideaway on a mountain height.
The lonely seek and find him.
"My resting place is the Lord,
a low valley by the runlet.
All humble steps lead there.
" 'Turn in to my place and sit quietly.
Drink from my stream and my vintage.
Cast off your shoes, discard your hardships
and listen to my evening song:
" 'I seek a heart that is simple.
With the peaceful I spread my tent.
I will wash your feet and dry them,
my silence will be their perfume.
" 'In your quiet steps I will follow.
None will know whence we come and where we go.
To the world you will be my silence,
in your passing they will hear me.
" 'In your absence I will be present.
Though you die, I Who Live am yours —
I live as yours forever.' "
