HOLY SILENCE

It is getting late and My head hangs low. It is darker now and My tears begin to flow. It is desperate all round so My hands grasp...

Head bowed And hair soaked, My fingers grasp The woolen rope on my hand. Ebb of sin Flow of prayer, My mind in heart The knots move my...

"The silence of the soul is one of the mysteries of the coming age." - St. Isaac the Syrian, The Four Books of St. Isaac the Syrian,...