We may find a violence in some of the traditional imagery which tends to obscure the changelessness of God, the peace, which nearly all who approach Him have reported—the “still, small voice.” And it is here, I think, that the pre-Christian imagery is least suggestive.
Yet even here, there is a danger lest the half conscious picture of some huge thing at rest—a clear, still ocean, a dome of “white radiance”—should smuggle in ideas of inertia or vacuity. The stillness in which the mystics approach Him is intent and alert—at the opposite pole from sleep or reverie. They are becoming like Him.
Silences in the physical world occur in empty places: but the ultimate Peace is silent through the very density of life. Saying is swallowed up in being. There is no movement because His action (which is Himself) is timeless.
The silence of intent, focused communion with God is anything but silent in the spiritual realm. It is how we truly converse with God, by becoming like him instead thinking about him. We are to be like Christ, rather than to talk about being like Christ. This silence of being will fill each garden with a joyous symphony of the peace, love and hope that surpasses all physical hearing, speaking and human understanding .
In silent communion,
Z gardener
Good Morning Garden 
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