I've been reading (well, re-reading I guess) Mother Teresa's book No Greater Love recently. Here is a passage I've been pondering over:
"We cannot find God in noice or agitation. Nature: trees, flowers, and grass grow in silence. The stars, the moon, and the sun move in silence. What is essential is not what we say but what God tells us and what He tells others through us. In silence He listens to us; in silence He speaks to our souls. In silence we are granted the privelage of listening to His voice
Silence of our eyes.
Silence of our ears.
Silence of our mouths.
Silence of our minds.
... in the silence of the heart, God will speak.
Silence of the heart is neccessary so you can hear God everywhere- in the closing of the door, in the person who needs you, in the birds that sing, in the flowers, in the animals.
If we are careful of silence it will be easy to pray. There is so much talk, so much repitition, so much carrying on of tales in words and in writing. Our prayer life suffers so much because our hearts are not silent.
I shall keep the silence of my heart with greater care, so that in the silence of my heart I hear His words of comfort and from the fullness of my heart, I comfort Jesus in the distressing disguise of the poor."
Silence. It's almost an anomaly.