Jeannette and I talk today about an experience at prayer and selection of my journal:
within what breaks, I am vast Abyss
within the falling, I am depthless Depth
in the emptying, I am the Silence
Shed your mind’s unconscious gossip and still your Heart
Touch your forehead to the earth
a floral carpet Crimson Red
on which you bumble and tumble
in My Glory.
“Who could have thought my shrivel’d heart
Could have recover’d greennesse?
George Herbert, The Flower