Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.
Welcome to the latest edition of Connections. Prompted by the Benefice retreat, where many seem to find much calm, I so-licited articles on where we can find the “still, small voice of calm”. A phrase from one of my favourite hymns from school days. Although we always got told off by the head master after singing it because too many people changed “heats” to “hearts”.
Helen Heath