Attention is the beginning of devotion.Mary Oliver
Startled by the beating of my own heart,
of my thoughts in between my ears,
I have found
noise to be quieter than silence, have brokered
terms of peace armed
with a flashing screen.
Nothing frightens like
the thought that you may not be enough;
You are enough, are All.
silence I meet
the noise of fear, and greet
Your warmest, primeval whisper.
Too fidgety the mind’s compass
(R.S. Thomas, “Adam Tempted”)
I pile books on books and
thought on thought. I pile
obligation onto guilt, and duty
onto resignation. This
is panic in my breath and limbs
tingling with the pace of things.
There is no end, the wise teacher said,
to all flesh-weariness of thought.
I must find instead a small
pocket of my father’s grace;
I must breathe and breathe and breathe
in pinpoints where His kindness rests.
Not absent, Lord – You have never been
on holiday; You, O God, don’t sleep.
Yet in Your weekly scheme is space;
all Your bookshelves mouth Your peace.
Not absent, Lord. It is I who have been
too busy with my piles and piles
of nothing. You are everything.