As long as the soul is not still, there can be no vision. But when stillness has brought us into the presence of God, then another sort of silence, much more absolute, intervenes: the silence of a soul that is not only still and recollected, but which is overawed in an act of worship by God's presence.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only they who see
take off their shoes.