Supple fingers raised heavenward,
Lifted to wet lips like SHip resting on the SHoreline
Folding up the sails that turn breath to word
Before the skipper has set the rudder on course.
Is it true? Is it kind?
Can it be heard? Is it helpful?
Is it yours to share?
Stilled waters make the best mirrors.
Listen, and savor what is
In the silent-connecting-spaces
The lips part
The awe rolls into
waves of sound that link me to you to Moses and Miriam
The sea parts
New path chosen.
Now, with rudder in hand can sacred speech set sail.
Stilled speech in a sound body
Steadies a quiet mind and fills a grateful heart.
Where we find Silence, we find God.
When we choose silence, we make space for connection.
And with the word, a new beginning…
Let there be…LOVE.