Silence is praise to you
Zion Dwelling God,
And also obedience.
You hear the prayer
in it all.
(hush now.) be still.
Don’t fret — this isn’t a naughty time out,
a stern mom directive to seal your lips
(hush now.) calm your spirit.
No worries — this isn’t an eyebrow-raised rebuke,
a disapproving teacher shushing a chatty you
(hush now.) come in.
Breathe deep — this is an invitation
by a soul-loving God welcoming you
To carry yourself quiet
in small steps and long strides,
with forkfuls of food and sips of tea
To settle into silence as a steady rhythm
and inhale what lies before your eyes:
coworkers, clouds, children
To close your lips gently
and listen to those around you:
worries of the day, dreams of the future
To receive your very life as a precious gift
to hear your inner stirrings,
notice each without judgement
These — your deepest prayers —
lift each and every one (with a hush)
to the One who already knows.