In the holy quiet of this hour we seek the still small voice of calm.
Frantic are the footsteps we make in our daily pursuits;
Frenetic are our deeds in a too-busy world;
Loud are the voices that would distract us;
Insistent are the sounds that surround us.
They blare at us from every quarter, vying for our attention.
Harried and hurried, we come to this place of calm.
Here we seek an island of stillness in a vast ocean of noise,
An hour of quiet in the midst of strident sound,
A peaceful respite from the violence of our times.
Here we meet among others also seeking quietude and kindness.
Here we come to listen as well as to speak,
To listen with that inner ear that hears
Wisdom in words,
Meanings in music,
Goodness in the murmur of our voices.
Out of the roar of our days,
Out of the cacophony of our nights,
Out of the confusions of our lives,
May we be so tuned to hear that still small voice of calm
That has been heard through the ages
By those who listen with patience and with love.
May there be in us the still small voice of calm.
May we hear and heed.
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