Fold your wings, my soul, those wings you had spread wide to soar to the terrestrial peaks where light is most ardent: it is for you to simply waith the descent of the Fire — supposing it to be willing to take possession of you.
... When one enters the mystery of God, the first mystery is silence. When one loves another, silence is absolutely necessary. Long before lovers can speak openly of their love, they speak by silence, a deep silence, especially when it deals with God. It is by entering the mystery of silence that slowly everyone becomes like our Beloved.
~ from DOUBTS, LONELINESS, REJECTION by Catherine de Hueck Doherty
