
Victoria Monet
A Holy Silence
Selah
Selah
Selah
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
Selah
Selah
Selah
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.