You come in silence, Abba:

not in disappointment,
but that you might be with me
through the sounds of the day:
the demands on my time,
the sirens racing to an emergency,
the news that never seems good.

You come in silence, Word of Life:

not in judgment,
but that i might know your love:
in the smiles of little children,
in the fragrance of the flowers,
in the taste of the bread and wine.

You come in silence, Knowing Sister:

not in tongues of flame,
but in the eyes of my beloved,
in the sudden caress of your presence,
in the gentleness of the summer's night.

I wait for you in silence,
Silent One.

I wait!
Amen.

(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman