To be still, to be where the Trinity lives- in me: I hear a stirring in my soul's womb,- a life, the Life, is dwelling in my being. Be still, adore, bow deep with breathless awe, or like a child that rests in its mother's lap at ease, be still, be thankful, be. Sometimes it's ecstasy, and sometimes porridge, but still there lives in me this Trinity. I cannot speak, for simply I don't know what all this means, for God is God, and I am simply me,- I live in God and God so lives in me. So, let it be.
(At Glenstal Abbey: Reflecting on John 14: 6th Sunday after Easter, Year A)