AS I LAY UPON MY BED (Silence of the Word))
Who am I and
Why should I be favoured?
Why should I be honoured with a visit from the Mother of my Lord, Mother of the Word Incarnate?
She comes as I wait upon the Word of God at the beginning of the day
Sifting through the usual words of comfort that emerge
I recognise It when It arrives, and often It is not a word at all
But a silence that enters from without and rises from within all at once.
A silence that takes hold of my entire being so that I am, for a while, nothing other than pure silence.
She comes as I wait upon the Word of God at the beginning of the day
Sifting through the usual words of comfort that emerge
I recognise It when It arrives, and often It is not a word at all
But a silence that enters from without and rises from within all at once.
A silence that takes hold of my entire being so that I am, for a while, nothing other than pure silence.
It is the silence of the Aleph, the silence of God, the silence of God's presence. The Beginning and the End, the Aleph and the Tav, the Alpha and the Omega
It happens on the deck of ship as it sails across the sea and can last for hours.
Within this Sacred Silence I am whole, with no trace of anxiety, no burden, free of all that is negative or unwholesome.
You might even say that I transcend, or that I am transcended by grace, by the movement of the Holy Spirit.
It happens in front of the Tabernacle of the Blessed Sacrament.
It happens when my gaze is drawn to the scene of Pentecost
The stained glass window of Our Lady Queen of Apostles, in the small prayer room in Thurles.
It happened in Medugorje at the dinner table.
It happened at the end of the first Glorious Mystery beneath the shade of Aunty Eileen's tree in the back garden.
It happened as I held a sleeping baby.
It happened as I lay upon my bed.
It happened just now as I gazed upon the Black Madonna at home in Mervue in the dark before the dawn
Our Lady of Częstochowa, precious Icon that came from Pope St John Paul II, given me by my Friend Father John Fitzpatrick.
Here is a point of silent intercession for him, for all who have entrusted their causes to my prayer and for all the causes of this life, this world that are beyond words.
They are held in this Sacred Silence
And without saying anything she teaches me to "do whatever He tells you"
And "let it be done to me according to Your Word"
In this is found the fullness of Life, Jesus Christ the Lord, to the Glory of God the Father, in the Unity of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
It happens on the deck of ship as it sails across the sea and can last for hours.
Within this Sacred Silence I am whole, with no trace of anxiety, no burden, free of all that is negative or unwholesome.
You might even say that I transcend, or that I am transcended by grace, by the movement of the Holy Spirit.
It happens in front of the Tabernacle of the Blessed Sacrament.
It happens when my gaze is drawn to the scene of Pentecost
The stained glass window of Our Lady Queen of Apostles, in the small prayer room in Thurles.
It happened in Medugorje at the dinner table.
It happened at the end of the first Glorious Mystery beneath the shade of Aunty Eileen's tree in the back garden.
It happened as I held a sleeping baby.
It happened as I lay upon my bed.
It happened just now as I gazed upon the Black Madonna at home in Mervue in the dark before the dawn
Our Lady of Częstochowa, precious Icon that came from Pope St John Paul II, given me by my Friend Father John Fitzpatrick.
Here is a point of silent intercession for him, for all who have entrusted their causes to my prayer and for all the causes of this life, this world that are beyond words.
They are held in this Sacred Silence
And without saying anything she teaches me to "do whatever He tells you"
And "let it be done to me according to Your Word"
In this is found the fullness of Life, Jesus Christ the Lord, to the Glory of God the Father, in the Unity of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
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