HOLY SILENCE

Letting go is rarely a single act It is a quiet, repeated trust. We release what we cannot carry. Old failures, for example Relationships we could not save Versions of ourselves we have outgrown, too. When we discover that release is not abandonment But freedom And that nothing can separate us from the love of God Or each other We finally understand that we are Already seen, already heard, already kept. That's when we let go without forgetting or excusing And guilt loses its

Have you ever stepped outside Just before sunrise and Right after sunset? What did you notice? The sun, certainly. And the moon, too. But what about them? Each arrived with a unique, and equally Exquisite opening act. Both disappeared with their own Version of a curtain call, too. But in different ways. The sun is bold and generous. It floods the world with deep Confidence, knowing, and purpose. Its setting is a lavish surrender of Molten amber, dusky rose, and slow ceremony

"A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’ And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling And running away, and wanting their liquor and women, And the night-fires going ou