It Will Be in the Silence

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Sometimes you come upon a place that
beckons you into silence: an old stone bench,
a lake shore, a certain time in your life. Nothing

small can reside there.

I’m looking for that place now, the kind of place

that puts clocks to rest because something must

come forth to reset everything. I don’t want to

follow these rules and constructs anymore -

written, not written, felt.

Something is asking me not to, and it is wise.

Reason doesn’t have roots that run deep enough

to tap the place that I am longing for, that place

where obvious things cannot be explained. That

place that is called sacred even by those who

have never used the word before.

I want you to sit and wait with me, away from the

noise and the voices of those who speak only to rob

you of your name. What most needs to be heard

hasn’t yet been said.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in Conversations with Mary: Words of Attention and Devotion

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