The deep doors are open, and the deeper
Doors behind them are open, and yet more
Level upon level of doors are open. The keeper
Sets them wide, and peace breathes slow. Before
HE enters, silence spreads, suspending
Thought and feeling, concentrating pure awareness
In the deep stillness, the peace of depth below depth unending.
Here in this holy temple, seeming bareness
Waits to be filled. HIS Presence always was, and yet he enters;
The yearning emptiness was always full and love
Overflowed without beginning, yet HE fills and centres
Distracted lack and longing: threefold love
Creating, holding, hallowing: HE enters,
The King beyond conceiving; HE reigns in peace, in love.
tRuth 2016
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poem prayer silence 