An angel came to me in the form of silence. I had not prayed for this angel, but it came to me nonetheless. I had prayed for words but I got this angel. The angel took up residence in my life and it sent me its message, and it waited.
The angel waited patiently, as angels are wont to do. I too was patient, in my silence, for I knew I had earned it. Any visitor is a blessing, especially angels, and this one was no exception.
When I had waited long enough, the Lord came to me and told me to speak to the angel, to the silence I had allowed myself. I asked the Lord for the words I should speak, but He too was silent, which I took to mean that I had the words I needed to speak.
And so, on this Pentecost, I speak the words that are in me. And the words are these.
The world all all who are born to it, who are born and die, all belong to God. And God's will is the will of the world. And the will of God is that we love each other until death, and that we must let nothing stand in the way of that love.
Those who live and suffer, even in silence, if they have the energy and will and ability to write, should write for those who live and suffer who do not or cannot write. You cannot know the end of your words or any kind act except to be kind, to write, to love, and in doing so except that you have done the will of God.
What is silence? Silence is death to love. To be silent is to know and share in death. And we are no more expected to be silent than we are required to die before the appointed time.
As I pray, I seek communion with God in order to prepare to speak to you. If God is silent, then I have failed to love.
What is love? It is the eternal word.
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