Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
-Gerard Manley Hopkin
Silence is not the absence of noise, crowded thoughts or overflowing words. Silence is the absence of me: the release of control, the cessation of doing, the relinquishment of my own voice.
This is the refreshment of the soul, the purging of the toxicities of the heart. It is then that God’s whisper can be heard. His voice of truth and favor, distinct from all others, is the voice we long to hear. Silence leads up to a yielded heart, rejuvenated and refreshed for the journey.