I believe in the mystery of life and I’m in awe of this world. I believe in more than I can see or touch or hear. Mostly the truth is way beyond all that. It is something that calls out to me from beyond. I don’t know what exactly it is but it is there in the emptiness when nothing else means much. When nothing else counts for much. It sends my soul into exquisite peace in the darkness and the silence of my deepest self.
It is inexplicable and unfathomable. But the closest I can get to naming it is this: the silent whisper of love.
My degrees in theology and philosophy have helped me try to describe love in words. But mostly they've failed me. Mostly it can only be experienced faintly in the silence of your own soul.