Spiritual Pseudodementia

When the mind,

Heart and soul grow quiet

In ways that frighten us.

When our thoughts of God grow dim and

Saints and angels seem to slip away,

It is tempting to believe it is an end.

But the fading away of our spiritual selves

Is often the soul retreating under a great sorrow,

Gathering itself somewhere deeper than memory.

This spiritual pseudodementia reminds us that

Grief, loneliness, and unspoken pain

Can wear the face of forgetting or unbelieving.

But healing is still possible ... by the

Presence, patience, and willingness of another ...

Who sits with someone in the dusk of their spiritual selves.

To love a person through this is to

Trust that they are still there,

Beneath the silence, waiting to be returned to the light.

That is where faith, hope, and love live.

If the mind can return,

So can the spirit.

Be not afraid.

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HOLY SILENCE