Advent is a Hopeful, Pregnant Silence Waiting

Silence can take many forms. In meditation, prayer and mindfulness, silence takes on a garment of the Sacred. It is as if silence reveals herself to be an indication to the presence of Holiness, to the presence of Holy Spirit (and of Jesus, for some).

There are a few profound moments when silence became something grand that made me realize God, the great I AM, was present in such a way, that I became especially aware. One of those moments was when my daughter was baptized. After the water splashed upon her brow, I heard and felt the silence as a strong full presence, an exclamation point of spirit, before us and around us. I will never forget it. The poem I wrote below expands upon it.

I speak of silence in the feminine at times, much like wisdom is referred to as Sophia. This is because it is a feminine quality in some ways, and yet, is expressed by either gender, just the same. God and the Holy Spirit are neither male or female to me; I trust they are both and neither and beyond. Therefore, the feminine language here is metaphorical, giving voice to an aspect that is too often lost and silenced, in a violent sense.

There is a silence that is healing and deeply vibrant. This silence is the one I speak about now, which I seek and try to practice to uphold in this precious Advent season and beyond:

Silence

Wherever Silence has entered…
may she stay.
This silence who is pregnant and heavy,
I hear her breathing
and the breath is full of golden lit compassion, and spaciousness.

This silence, as she sits among us,
stirs a memory from the soul
not from earthen stone times,
before this…in timelessness.

Her presence is loudly silent, peace filled,
and she is needed.
She serves and loves without pause,
as angels adore her; they study her.

Sacred Love has made provisions
for each one

each one
in case silence should get edged out or twisted,
with the hurry, busy, booming basses, with the push, and pushes, with more and the more and the more…

Provision for a louder silence
one that does not nag, sell, or box us in, but,

one who
is true and faithful, abiding, deepening, profoundly gentle.

One who is all good, only good, all love, only love, with spaciousness,

with a way and ways for each one…

‘Do not kid yourself’, a wise fellow once mentioned to me,

as I was heart open but mind closed,
‘Holiness is moving and has not abandoned the Soul,
not amidst frenzy or horrors.’

Silence, sweet silence, followed, and healing for me – in that moment.

This love abides,
deeply loving
respectful revolutionary Presence,
for Good.

Silence, we welcome you
into this day,
Watching over us,
with us in each breath.
between each breath

Our surprise of joy meets you,
needs you.

May silence meet and bless you in special myriad ways this Advent,

with peace and gratitude,

Chandra