God, where are you?
I beg, I plead … and you do not answer.
I shout, I yell … and get nothing.
Break your silence, O God.
Speak to me!
Strike me down!
But do not remain silent.
The God who is mute. Is that who you are?
You have revealed yourself as the speaking God — our communicating Cosmos.
You pointed Abraham to a city whose builder and make was God.
You revealed your divine name to Moses.
You spoke with clarity
and a host of others.
Why are the heavens made of iron for me?
Job, I know, experienced you as the hidden God. And Elijah held a lonely vigil over earthquake, wind and fire. Me, too.
O God of wonder and of mystery, teach me by means of your wondrous, terrible, loving, all-embracing silence.
Richard Foster, from Prayers from the Heart