When silence, wonder, adoration are diminished, so are human beings. We imagine we can get by on love and indeed we can. But love shrivels up and dies in the absence of contemplation and adoration. Love, human love, needs to be transfigured, transcended, if it is to be true to its deepest self.
There is a certain relevance to life that is hard to hear in the business of the day. The past and future come pounding on my brain. It is in the time I spend alone with God that I tune my soul to the music of the dance. I can begin to hear the song in the most wondrous places, in the most unexpected circumstances. I am called to the rhythm and even if no one else has ears, I enter in the song.
