It begins quietly in the wilderness

In this silent, secret place
             —gently washed by inward tears of yielding
                            and all alone—
we’re safely held in our Mother-Father God’s embrace,
             as heartfelt longings drop their selfish tone
                            and truths appear that were not known
                            when more earthly hopes darkened our desires.

In this prayer-filled solitude, we take and hone
the heaven-sent thoughts that lift us higher.
As meekness springs up, fear and pain and self retire,
             replaced by grace—
             a new-found freedom foreordained.

It will always be true:
The good that germinates in quiet secrecy
             will soon burst forth in open, joyous radiancy.

David C. Kennedy 


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