Photo by Martin Bremmer Walkway
SILENCE. It is the mother of peace.
When we allow our flesh to become “noisy,” giving in to all its demands, we lose that “peace which surpasses all understanding.” But silence of the tongue, silence of the appetites, and silence of the eyes is like a chisel, carving away the passions of the flesh, until the soul is open and empty like a bowl. But empty, only so as to be filled with God.