I take my quiet with me,
So wherever I am,
There also is quiet, hovering softly,
Waiting patiently to descend like a cloud
Upon me when I turn toward You.
My quiet, like a true friend
Never criticizes or judges me,
But is always willing to enter me
As I enter it, without question or delay.
Quiet then is God’s affirming calling-card,
An ever-present invitation for communion,
Whether for a moment or an hour,
It matters not to God
Or God’s gift of silence.
Silence is as ever present as God,
Who awaits us and our turning
With long-suffering patience,
Knowing as only God knows,
That the time of turning to God
And God’s adoring silence
Is coming for all of us,
When we will finally be still,
And in that absolute quiet,
We will at last know God.