THE AURA OF SILENCE
MORNING MIST
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MORNING MIST
What pours out of me is not a river or stream,
but droplets of misted words of grace.
I do not retreat from this mist under an umbrella,
but let these words wash over me for those on my path of journey.
Others who write, their words come from the mind and imagination.
Whereas for me, words of interior droplets pour into my heart,
from The Holy One; and I, in return,
compose a message of spiritual refreshment for those that thirst.
These words are fragile, not cast in cement,
but float about on the interior compassionate sea within me.
And when this sea is filled with words,
overflowing to its capacity,
they pour out softly drop by drop
with delicate placement.
My writings are,
this placement of delicacy.
Robert J. Varrick
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About the Author
Inspirational writings. Open your eyes and see things. Open your heart and feel things. Answering the call.
The Lord calls and waits for the inner-spirit of oneself to respond. It is I, who heard this call through a near-death experience. A journey which has taken me to the light, the way, and the truth—a journey of faith, of the Cross. With the guidance from my spiritual director, and also a small wooden cross I had in my pocket I gave to another person as a compassionate gesture in petition, opens the door to spiritual gifts, and spiritual writing—encounters of spiritual inspirations, reflections and experiences that touch the heart and soul. I have recorded and documented the on-going events in my life as they happened. I have put forth my complete trust in the Lord, and have written the words that come into my heart and soul. These thoughts and actions are not of myself, but inspirations of the Holy Spirit. I have shared my writings with others across the world touching hearts and souls in response to my calling, to glorify the work of the Lord.
My wife and I reside in Connecticut and have a son and daughter and two grandchildren.
rjvarrick@gmail.com
ISAIAH 6:8
Then I heard the voice of the Lord
saying:
“Whom shall I send? Who will be my
messenger?”
I answered, “Here I am, send me.”
