Escape into the vast wilderness of silence,
near the burning bush,
where you might hear the voice of God.
Tiring thoughts,
and fears,
and worries,
rambling on inside my mind have pushed me here,
Where snowflakes fall with grace,
one by one,
upon the silent mount of Sinai.
Don’t you think it’s funny?
All this running around,
All this hustle and bustle,
All this frantic madness for more.
For what?
For who?
And for when?
We’ve done well…
Our house of cards is finally built.
But wind is on its way.
This is not the time to build,
but to run, while walking slowly,
towards the land of God,
where the only language spoken,
or heard,
is silence...
The Journey of the Boy and his Sandcastle 