A PLACE CALLED SILENCE

In prayer I call upon the Lord
to come and comfort me,
with trembling lips and body
in the place where He will be.

It is a place called silence
where I go to visit Him,
a place that is not of this world
to my soul, He dwells therein.

I have opened up my lonely heart
and swept it deep within,
and made a perfect resting place
for Him a spotless shining inn.

A place where I can visit
when the world around me spins,
a place of holy silence
where I commune with Him.

Out of our communion comes
the need for me to be,
transformed into His image
it’s what He asks of me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 1, 1995