Silent prayer is not unknown to the Master who searches hearts. When our Lord stood before His accusers, He answered nothing, and by that silence He confounded those who raged against Him. So your quiet thanksgivings and petitions rise like incense, no less precious than loud cries.
Yet take heed that your silence springs from reverence, not from sloth. The bee that stings perishes, though its work benefits kings; so a love that never speaks may wound both yourself and others. I long to speak with you, for speech binds souls together as the Apostle yearned over the Philippians.
Your heavenly Father feeds the birds and clothes the grass, needing no honor from us, but He desires your living voice and, still more, your living deeds. Even when Jesus said, “My hour is not yet come,” He soon turned water into wine. So He often delays to strengthen faith. Persist, then, in both silent and spoken prayer, and show mercy as He is merciful, for the merciful shall obtain mercy.
Let the “silent ones” be those who do good without boasting, and let your life sing louder than your lips. God wills not the death of the sinner but that he turn and live; He stirs us even when He seems veiled. Go in peace, and let your requests be known to the One who hears the heart before it speaks.