Silence in the Desert, by Larry Morris

I

hear

someone

hammering

in

the

distance

and

think of

the

spiritual

life

that

has

chipped

away

at

me

all

these

long

years.

Does

the

desert

have

a

soul

or

is

it

just

sun

and

sky,

hardly

any

movement,

and

so

much

silence.

So

quiet

even

the

bird

is

reluctant

to

speak.

Do

we

hear

God

in

that

silence

or

just

ourselves?

Who

is

it

that

speaks

when

we

listen?

Do

we

go

to

the

desert

to

find

God

or

does

God

lead

us

to

the

desert

to

find

ourselves.