Where the still small voice lives - Sally Churgel

[Lawrence Robinson]

Where the still small voice lives 


This past year, how many times have you said to yourself
I knew it! I just KNEW it!!
I knew I shouldn’t have done that (but you did it)
I knew I should have done this (but you didn’t)
Between this knowing and that inconsistent action
Is noise
The bantering, whimpering, cajoling, cantankerous and singsong
Sound of our internal voices
It’s a cacophony of conflicting desires, wants and needs
That fills a giant internal tent
A 3 (million) ring circus at its center
Each act vying for our attention
Some with very strong opinions
 
Today one ring takes center stage and asks of us
Only one thing
Silence
 
The still small voice lives in this silence
The silence exists
Where time meets space
Where the void merges with eternity
Where Adonai resides with Eloheinu
This Silence with its answers and guidance
Lives in the sigh of a baby as it drifts to sleep
In the pause of breath in a passionate kiss
In the inhale between grief-filled sobs
 
The voice that speaks from this silence
Is soundless with texture and temperature
Or booms with flashing neon lights
Or comes on silent owl wings
 
This is the time of year to rejoice that another year
Has come and lived us fully and completely
In the noisy world of thought
We contemplate our successes and regrets
Our growth and losses
 
In the silence that the New Year invites
Is the chance to hear the Truth
Of how we really lived our days
To learn, or to regret?
To forgive, or be forgiven?
 
Between our knowing and our action
Is where the still small voice lives
This voice needs air
Breath
This voice needs space
Be quiet, still yourself
Pause
Wait

 	- Sally Churgel
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