12 hours of silence and I feel strangely refreshed.
I’m rediscovering the old mantra
There was a terrible wind,
but God was not in the wind.
Then came an earthquake,
but God was not in the earthquake.
Then there was a ferocious fire,
But God was not in the fire.
Then there was a still small whisper …

I am finding God in the still small whisper
after only 12 hours
immersed suggests I’m powerless
saturated feels like an advert for low fat spread
this is different
this is like coming home
resting in passion
not just in presence

the coils of my DNA seem to resonate
with not a new song
and
not a forgotten song
but
a song that I have just realised
that
I have not sung for a little while

a song whose melodies
i enjoy
know deep down
understand little
but love massively

It’s like hearing a tune from school days on the radio
you know, that song you loved
but had forgotten.
you hear the tune
and before you know where you are
you are singing along with the words
word perfect

So perfect that
when driving
through a tunnel
and the radio loses the signal
you keep singing
and you smile
when you emerge
realising
that you kept in perfect time.

Such an unforgettable knowledge
is not learnt in lectures, books, talks
it is buried in the heart
and apparantly
it only needs a few notes
before it is awoken.