Catholic Medical Quarterly Vol 76 (2) May 2026
Where Silence Listens
By Amy Fernandes
In Taizé’s hush of 2025, Where candles breathe their gold, a borrowed flame, We sit between the now and the future Letting silence speak our name.
A single chant, a gentle plea, Where voices circle, clear as water— one phrase, worn smooth by hope, passing from heart to heart. Time loosens its grip. Languages kneel beside each other, Many tongues, one listening heart, and the silence no longer feels empty but full of listening.
A song repeats and dares to stay.
These loops bring hope that will
not tire;
One small light, a world on fire.
Faith here is but a
dwelling place, a door left open to dare to hope.
This year the world
still aches, still suffers, still shouts, yet here, prayer draws us in
teaching our souls to slow down to welcome our God; the three in One To
receive this small flame.
We call faith, hope and love To cup us gently
against the unknown.
With questions that refuse to harden our hearts,
We sing what we cannot solve,
We trust what we cannot see, and we
rest in You in togetherness
And we ask that it is enough