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HOLY SILENCE
Reflections on a Journey into God
A Community Committed to
Eastern Christian Contemplation and the
Healing Sacraments
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Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Oct 29, 20211 min read
Sound Familiar?
Society screams And people demand. I search for words And nothing is heard. But why try? There was a Word Filled with light. Given in...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Oct 23, 20211 min read
Paths of Dark and Light
Why do I take the man-made paths Twisted and turning With fits and stops along the way? Overgrown with brambles Created by a mind Built...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Jun 30, 20211 min read
Heal Me, O Silence
I try to understand How it is That You are So near to me? I want to know why? I want to know how? But why do I want to know? Is it so...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Jun 3, 20211 min read
The Divine Refuge
It is getting late and My head hangs low. It is darker now and My tears begin to flow. It is desperate all round so My hands grasp...


Fr. Thomas Colyandro
May 23, 20211 min read
The Inexhaustible Cup
With head bowed, Back bent, and tired feet, I crawl to you on hands and knees. With eyes swollen, Parched mouth, and Prayer rope in hand,...


Fr. Thomas Colyandro
May 8, 20211 min read
The Life-Giving Spring
Mary, Most Holy, and Mother of my God. My model, My refuge, and My love. I seek, and With humility, I ask To approach your Life-Giving...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Apr 23, 20211 min read
Living or Dying Water?
Empty and loveless is the world founded by man, Built for his own edification. Angry and hopeless is the world fueled by man, Possessed...


Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Apr 16, 20211 min read
Watching for the Cloud
Seeing darkness, I watch the clouds build on the horizon. Assuming rain, I wait for the clouds to whip up the sea and the sand. What...


Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Mar 29, 20211 min read
Gazing Upon Still Waters
When I gaze upon the still waters, I feel the breeze of your loving insistence. When I gaze upon the still waters, I hear the calm from...


Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Mar 13, 20211 min read
The Water's Edge
I walk along the water’s edge, Aware that I live in liminal spaces. One foot seemingly on solid ground, Relying on what’s familiar....

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