• Victoria Monet

A Holy Silence




Holy silence

Echoes in the cathedral

Of my soul

Whispers speak

Things unseen

Hot coal upon my lips

A familiar touch

Lingers in my ribs

Caged and singing

Holy, holy, holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

The whole earth is

Full of his glory




A note about this poem: I've always found that the practice of silence helps connect me with God—whether it's going on a silent retreat, taking 10 minutes throughout the day to quiet my mind, or spending an hour in a green space or next to a body of water to sit before the Lord. The world is filled with constant noise and motion, and I need stillness to notice the presence of God's Spirit with me. The people who I have the most intimate relationships with are the ones who I can sit with and not say anything at all. It's a testimony to the closeness of our relationship, and it's a practice that helps me grow even closer with them. I consider these quiet, still moments "holy silences," and I hope this poem helps usher you into a space where you can have your own holy silence with the Lord and with others.

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At heart, I'm a poet and theologian. I want to meet others in the space of words where, together, we can dig deeper to see the layers of God's attributes in our experiences. Thank you for joining me on this journey as we venture to see the beauty of God in the world around us. 


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