Silence
There is the seed of silence sown deep within each of us, put there before we could speak or even breath the air. We carry this seed forever in the furnace of our being, and it passes with us into death, our token to the eternal peace. While we live our lives the seed swells inside, and like bread in an oven it becomes a feast for our senses. Those who discover their silence become a peaceful harvest, sustaining all the rest with a tranquility beyond word or sound.
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- Second Communion · September 22‹ MentorHope ›