In the quiet of the evening, just at the moment of sunset, the voice of silence speaks.

In the rustle of early morning, at the moment of sunrise, a voice rises from the silence of the night.

When I was in college I, along with a group of my buddies, went camping, sleeping out at night.

On one occasion, we slept on a plateau.

At sunset, we saw the sun descend, as it were.

At sunrise, we the sun arise, as it were.

On that plateau, I had a silent moment when my heart heard God speak in a whisper, “I am here!”

“Look with your heart.”

“Hear with your heart.”

We watch and we wait when the Son arises in our world.

We see the Light.

Then, as a result of those moments, we become lights of the Light!

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