Giving shape to what has no shape, summarizing what has no boundaries and defining what is unspeakable requires a titanic effort that is not possible unless we go out of ourselves.

Therefore, the purpose of today’s current writing is to make silence speak, to hear its conversations, to recognise its voices. The day we will discover that there are several kinds of silences which gradually lead us to God we will remain totally astonished.

Silence strengthens the soul; it is medicine that heals the wounds of our spirit and fills with life our existence because it speaks of God. God Himself is Silence and it is in silence that God communicates Himself to us in unprecedented dialogues that make our souls vibrate with love.


The voices of the Silence that in the silence speaks

[…] It is something profound what the soul listens, I do not manage to tell, when, transcended, it hears in prayer the voices of the Word in silence.

Nothing explains so much God’s speech, as this mystery of nothing to say that, in its touchings, silence contains in concert.

It is conversations… sweet melodies in breezes of fire… eternal romances… unprecedented words… voices of cautery, in secret;

something which escapes… something that is so great shrouded in veils, that it is a saying of God, silent and sacred, that it is the Immense One Himself in His fires. […]

The one who seeks God behind the doors of the tabernacle or in the recondite recesses of his heart, persisting, finds Him in a repose of peace and a secret and delightful savouring that makes him rest, without knowing anything, without wanting anything, without seeking anything and without hearing anything, under the smooth and savoury wisdom of something supernatural that makes the spirit rest in a relish of silenced silence that for nothing of this world he would want to lose.

Wherefore, very still, the soul rests in a savouring that is life, proximity of the Beloved; being as though transcended in that which alone perceives and will know how to express the one who, next to the foot of the tabernacle or in the recondite and deep recesses of his interior, knows something, in loving tasting, of the proximity of the Good sought and found, in the mysterious secret of the recondite arcanum of the spirit: “I will lead the soul to the solitude and there I will speak to its heart.”

Into the solitude in the things of the here, and to the search of the encounter with God Who waits for us tireless, under the sacramental species, become Bread out of love, century after century, without tiring, behind the doors of the tabernacle, should someone come to visit Him so as to be with Him in colloquies of love, in sweet and intimate loving company.

Wherefore one must seek times to be at the tabernacle in silence. And next to Jesus, in loving, peaceful, silent wait and gradually one experiences in a secret, but profound and silenced manner, the proximity of the God alive, living and palpitating, Who says to our heart: “And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age.”

Jesus likes to be sought by those whom He loves, to manifest to them His secret of love behind the silenced notes of the quiet breeze of silence. […]

It is true that, at the proximity of God, the soul, in one or another manner, is introduced into the more or less supernatural silence, or more or less transcendent; led by Him to the separation from the things of the here and submerged in the inebriation of the sapiential joy of His proximity.

But how can it be compared with what one experiences when God makes Himself live in the attribute of silence, which, breaking into voices of communication, spells out in delicate whistling the savoury wisdom of His infinite attributes and perfections…?! […]


Three classes of silence does my being know, the first two are a prelude to the third and preparation for it, but as though infinitely different and distant.

To be introduced in the Silence of the being it is necessary that the soul has been previously totally possessed and captivated, in rapture and loss of everything of the here, by the savoury silence that the proximity of God’s passing instils into the spirit.

After this silence, the Infinite Love takes the Bride of the Holy Spirit and, bringing it into His bosom, He makes it pass from the spiritual silence to the unfathomable abyss of His Being Himself Silence. And there, in the deep depth of His mystery, in life of Eternity, tells it, in the conversation of His eternal wisdom, His Being Himself, in eternal melodies of infinite and co-eternal concerts.

And when, engrossed and seized by the silence in the proximity of the possession of the Subsistent Being, infinite and eternal, it begins to experience that this one is not the silence that it needs, even though it is to it so profoundly savourable; then it is when the soul is being prepared by God to be introduced into the bridal chamber, recondite and sealed, of His sacred Silence.

And it perceives as if some gates were opened which separate everything of the here from the Infinite; and that, without knowing how, in an instant of indescribable silence and in a flight of mysterious transcendence, it is introduced and kept into the Silence of the Being, leaving as though infinitely distant the silences which, for it, were a right and assured way that brought it to the sumptuous door of the eternal and the infinite Silence which is God.

And once introduced into that profound depth, the soul experiences that, behind it, the door was closed, and that an abyss of separation exists between the created silence and the Uncreated One, as it could exist between life and death, between earth and Heaven, between the All and the nothing, between the creature and the Creator; going from living, through the silence of the here, to the infinite Silence which is God in His being, in the eternal conversation of His subsistent and consubstantial silence, that are unprecedented voices of divine concerts. […]

Today I have understood in a new way the profundities of my three silences: One that is repose in peace of solace; another proximity of the God of the Heavens; but another one is cloistral voices of the Eternal One. […]

Today I have grasped the great difference that the mystery teaches. Today I have grasped,
in a sweet way and in a new way, that Silence is life, so much! that it is eternal: it is the Eternity lived in exile.


Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia
Collection “Light in the night -The mystery of faith given with loving wisdom” Opusc. 16 “The voices of the Silence that in the silence speaks