The God of silence beckons me
To journey to my heart
Where He awaits
O Lord, I hear You calling tenderly
To You I come to gaze
At the beauty of Your face I cannot see

To rest in Your embrace I cannot feel
To dwell in Your love hurting but sweet
To be with You; to glimpse eternity

God of night, fount of all my delight.
Show Your light . . . that my heart, like Yours, burn bright.

Be still the torment of the night
Will not encumber you, if you believe
My child this darkness isn’t emptiness
For here I mold your heart
Unto My image painfully you long to see

The self you yearn to be, but fear to know
The world from which you flee in Me find home
All these I give you, if you remain in Me

COUNTERPOINT:
I am ever here
My child, you need not fear
The dark will set you free
And bring your heart to Me

CODA:
The God of silence beckons me
To journey to my heart
Where He awaits me.

An
old man is teaching his grandson about life.

 "A
fight is going on inside me," he says to the boy.

"It
is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

One
is evil

He
is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance,

Self-pity,
guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies,

False-pride,
superiority and ego.

The
other is good

He
is gratitude, joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,

Kindness,
benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

The
same fight is going on inside you – and in every other person too."

The
grandson thought about it for a minute

And
then asked his grandfather

"Which
wolf would win?"

The
old man simply replied,

"The
one you feed."

In life I know that there is lots of grief
But your love is my relief
Tears in my eyes burn
Tears in my eyes burn
While I’m waitin’
While I’m waitin’ for my turn

From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, boy
My heart said follow through
But I know now that I’m way down on your line
But the waiting feeling’s fine

So don’t treat me like a puppet on a string
Because I know how to do my thing
Don’t talk to me as if you think I’m dumb
I wanna know when you’re gotta come, you see

I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love
‘Cause summer is here - and I’m still waiting there
Winter is here - and I’m still waiting there

Like I said -
It’s been three years since I’m knocking on your door
And still I can knock some more
Ooh boy, ooh boy - is it crazy look, I wanna know now
For I to knock some more
You see

In life I know that there is lots of grief
But your love is my relief
Tears in my eyes burn
Tears in my eyes burn
While I’m waitin’
While I’m waitin’ for my turn
You see

I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love

‘Cause summer is here - and I’m still waiting there
Winter is here - and I’m still waiting there

Like I said -
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna wait in vain
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna wait in vain

It’s been three years since I’m knocking on your door
And still I can knock some more
Ooh boy, ooh boy - is it crazy look, I wanna know now

Like I said -
Tears in my eyes burn
Tears in my eyes burn
While I’m waiting
While I’m waiting for my turn
You see
Ooh boy, ooh boy - is it crazy look, I wanna know now
For I to knock some more
In life I know there is lots of grief
But your love is my relief

what more, in the name of love? - U2
(influenced by ted te’s presentation re calibrated preemptive response Ü)

Disturb me, Lord, when my dreams come true,

only because I dreamed too small.

Disturb me when I arrive safely,

only because I sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb me when the things I have gained

cause me to lose my thirst for more of You.

Disturb me when I have acquired success,

only to lose my desire for excellence.

Disturb me when I give up too soon

and settle too far short

of the goals You have set for my life.

Amen."

Author Unknown.

THE  INVITATION

-

Oriah

 

Mountain

Dreamer-

It doesn’t interest me

what  you do for a living

I want to know what you ache for,

and if you dare to dream

of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk

looking like a fool for love, for your dreams,

for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets

are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched

the center of your own sorrow,

If you have been opened up

by life’s betrayals or

have become shriveled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,

mine or your own,

without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,

mine or your own,

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,

or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me

if the story you tell me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,

if you can bear the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful

and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty

even when it’s not pretty everyday,

and if you can source your life

from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,

yours and mine,

and still stand on the edge of a lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon, “YES!”

It doesn’t interest me to know

where you live

or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair,

weary and bruised to the bone,

and do what it needs for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are,

how you came to be here.

I want to know

if you will stand in the center  of the fire

with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what

or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,

And if you can truly like

the company you keep in the empty moments.

one of my favorite poems…

"As we journey in faith, Mary, the mother of Jesus, is there. In her, we discover how great a woman’s capacity for love is. In Mary, all was adoration. She allowed the life of the Trinity gradually to pervade her whole being until the moment when the glory of God broke through her weakness in the mystery of the Assumption"

-from the Rule of Life of the Religous of the Assumption

"What I really need is to get clear about what I must do, not what I must know, except insofar as knowledge must precede every act.  What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die."

- Journals, Gilleleje, August 1,1835