Monday 4 October 2010

...of prayer

My prayer was sad and so was the image. I could hardly bear such sadness and yet I was anxious to share it, to assume it in its entirety, to let it flood my soul, my heart, my bones, my whole being. The confused rumble of inner hostile voices which troubled me for the last few weeks was silenced by it. The old silence had returned to me. The blessed quiet wherein the voice of God can be heard-God will speak…

[Diary of a Country Priest, Bernanos, G.]

- submitted by Pearce, M. A.

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