To God’s Holy People

(First Letter)

This is the first in a new series of prayerful letters to my friends, rooted in Christian love and contemplative stillness.

Thank you, Linda. 💛

To God’s Holy People—
You who dwell in mystery and light,
in silence and in the ache of hope—
I bring no sermon, no long-winded tale,
only this stillness,
and these few words
like drops of dew upon a thirsty leaf:

Let us always thank God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
when we pray for all that lives.

I pray for you all—
not only with words,
but with the hush between thoughts,
and the warmth that rises quietly
when I remember your faces.

When I write to you, I am also praying.
Because every word carries an offering,
and every silence listens for the Beloved
who speaks in all languages of the heart.

May you all be happy and well.
May you all be free from suffering
and the causes of suffering.
May you all dwell in the peace of Christ,
which surpasses all understanding.

May your roots go deep into the soil of love.
May your hands remain open,
even when the world seems closed.
And may the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ—
the light that walked among us,
and still walks within—
be your lamp in the valley
and your joy on the hilltop.

May these few words become a door
to the Word that cannot be spoken—
the whisper in the whirlwind,
the still small voice,
the love that speaks in silence
and calls us home.

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In Honor of the Quiet Ones

For those quiet souls of the past—monks, sages, mystics, poets—
who carved beauty from stillness and silence,
often with nothing more than a candle and a pen.
Their tools were few, but their hearts were wide open.
In those spare rooms, they made space for eternity.

🙏💛🙏