The Voice of God

I was in a monastery for a retreat, north in the State of New York, shared one of the leaders of the conference. 

It was very cold. 

In the afternoon, I would make my way through layers and layers of snow to a chapel where I would meet with the monk who was my spiritual director during my stay. 

I could not hear the voice of God anymore. 

He showed me a heap of snow nearby the chapel. 

“If this was spring, you would see a river over here, he said. 

It is not frozen. 

It still runs, under those many feet of snow. 

In complete silence, I still hear it. 

It goes the same way with the voice of God…”