But the silence in the mind is when we live best, within
listening distance of the silence we call God. This is the deep
calling to deep of the psalm-writer, the bottomless ocean.
We launch the armada of
our thoughts on, never arriving.
It is a presence, then,
whose margins are our margins;
that calls us out over our own fathoms. What to do but draw a little nearer to
such ubiquity by remaining still?