I am wondering if it is time to be silent;
To remove myself from the noise, to be one less voice clamoring to be heard.
I am still so full.
I have so much to share.
Yet who am I to say my voice is more important than any other’s? There are so many….singing, crying, shouting, falling silent.
I am overwhelmed by information, by the incredible cacophony of sound, of the millions living and dying around me.
This is not simply a moment of stepping away, a few days spent in quiet. There seems to be a greater pull, another voice calling me away into the dark depths of my soul.
There is a dying here, a fear that I will become forever mute and unheard, that I will forgo my responsibility to creation and others by withdrawing,
Though there seems to be a difference now, as if the crashing outside the cave is only that and that if I wait with intention I will be called out into the light of purpose in a timing not my own by the quiet voice of God.