You have made my soul for Your peace and Your silence, but it is lacerated by the noise of my activity and my desires. My mind is crucified all day by its own hunger for experience, for ideas, for satisfaction. And I do not possess my house in silence.
Quiet my soul, Father.
The night shade of this day is creeping ever closer. The softness of sleep calls to my weary and tired body. The wild and frenzied pace of this day has propelled me to this moment. Frenetic thoughts and movements continue to assault me. My home is possessed but not with a holy and sacred silence of the soul.
I try to be quiet. It doesn't work.
Holy Spirit, fall upon me now. Free me from the chains that bind me to the internal, infernal noise.
In the riches of Your holy release, may I sleep in grace filled peace.
(This was originally posted on my blog "Teacups and Time" )