…there is a wider voluntary entrance to prayer than sorrow and despair — the opening of our thoughts to God. We cannot make Him visible to us, but we can make ourselves visible to Him. So we open our thoughts to Him — feeble our tongues, but sensitive our hearts. We see more than we can say.
Mindfullness of God rises slowly, a thought at a time. Suddenly we are there. Or is He here, at the margin of our soul? When we begin to feel a qualm of diffidence lest we hurt what is holy, lest we break what is whole, then we discover that He not austere. Repentent of forgetting Him even for a while, we become sharers of gentle joy…
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