I think prayer can be noisy, it can almost certainly involve words, it can be eloquent and it can feel like fighting.

But by moments I wonder whether that thing that we're fighting, and pushing away; that frightening fear-and-shadow feeling that can make us fill spaces frantically with words and battle valiantly to push back the defence-line, could be the very thing to embrace in prayer. The simple act of climbing into the paradox, and sitting there in silence can wreck you, but I think that those moments could perhaps be more transformative than a torrent of a thousand words...