After the Good Friday service, it was great to be able to just sit quietly in front of the venerated cross after everyone else had left the chapel, and to be "alone with the Alone."
The stillness and quiet around became one with the stillness and quiet within, A stillness that had been making its presence felt for sometime now, as if begging to be recognized, acknowledged and savored.
Later, on the way to the car, the site overlooking the valley below caught my attention. The lovely twilight scene on a Good Friday was like the prelude to Easter. A word whispered repeatedly in my ear: "Stillpoint." Inner quiet. Freedom. Joy. The space where my heart just knows how real and how true is his steadfast and most faithful love. The love that will always be here.
My dearest Lord,
Thank you for your miracle, your gift,
of this precious Stillpoint;
where your faithful, Divine Love
meets my struggling, imperfect love
in silence and stillness;
where gratitude now longs
to be transformed into
a vessel for your love
to also flow through
to many others.
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