God takes such delight in the human person that
Divinity sings this song to our soul:
O lovely rose on the thorn!
O hovering bee in the honey!
O pure dove in your being!
O glorious sun in your setting!
O full moon in your course!
From you,
I you God
will never
turn away.
Silence can contain within it all the music that can be played, for all of it emerges from silence. A word is a note. Silence is a symphony.