Silence

Today, I am thinking about the places I have been.  In some places, I was comfortable.  In some places, their obsession was a source of discomfort.  Some places, I have been, are places they perseverate on being thin.  I was not thin.  I was uncomfortable.  In some places, they perseverate on money.  I am not rich yet.  In some places, they perseverate on marriage.  I am not married.  Being pretty confident, I am living alright with my flaws and idiosyncrasies.  I make myself comfortable by keeping my mind on other things, but when the system you are in is obsessed with the thing you are trying to forget,  it can get under your skin.  In order to remain single without acting like a complete fool, I only discuss my love life with a dear friend in another country.  Everyone else is warned politely to mind their own business.  I find that constantly talking about an issue can create a psychosis that could lead to bad decisions on my part.  I think I am too old to make a bad decision in some areas.  What I like about God, is that I don't have to beat a dead horse with Him.  He knows what I need before I ask.  I don't have to remind Him, he is not senile.  I don't have to scream, He has perfect hearing.  What I really like, is that I don't have to talk.  Sometimes, my moans and groans are all that he needs.  I love sitting in his presence in complete silence.  I am not clapping and speaking in tongues and rolling on the floor or putting on a horse and pony show for him to respond to me.  In sweet compline, I just sit and allow the tears to roll and I know that how I feel and what I want to say has been communicated.  We don't have to talk about it.   We don't have to talk about my sickness.  We don't have to talk about my finances.  We don't have to talk about my career.  We don't have to talk about love.



We don't have to talk about love/Peabo Bryson
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