Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Echoes of Silence

Echoes of silence,
beyond the moment.

Spirit wills,
And inside dwells.

Love's true bane,
Dwindles slowly.

The Son's father,
Sending after.

Pursuing ever,
Ever outwards.

Distinct and present,
Holy.

- B. Wheatley


I wrote the above poem earlier this year as a reflection on the Ten Conference hosted by Small Boat Big Sea in Sydney. It reflects thoughts I picked up from all the talks given on the day but especially by Dan, Mike, Jon and Tim. I had sort of forgotten this poem but found it today when cleaning out te notes on my iPad. I think I like it more now having gotten some distance from its creation.

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