If I slipped away into the wilderness and spoke no more,
let it be a sign that I have turned wholly toward You, O Lord.
Let my absence from the noise of the world be my final prayer.
May they know, not by my words but by my silence,
that I have sought a solitude where only Your voice is heard.
Let my vanishing be a testimony that there is a love so all-consuming that it draws a soul beyond every earthly shore.
No farewell is needed, no proclamation made.
Simply let me slip like a shadow into the arms of the Divine,
so that when they speak of me, they will whisper only of a soul consumed by the hiddenness of God.
For in vanishing, I am found.
In silence, I am heard.
In leaving all behind, I have run into the heart of the Beloved who is all in all.
