I found this on a website of a friend of a friend and thought it was absolutely beautiful:
I, who live by words, am wordless when I try my words in prayer. All language turns to silence. Prayer will take my words and then reveal their emptiness. The stifled voice learns to hold its peace, to listen with the heart to silence that is joy, is adoration. The self is shattered, all words torn apart in this strange patterned time of contemplation that, in time, breaks time, breaks words, breaks me, and then, in silence leaves me healed and mended. I have returned to language, for I see through words, even when all words are ended, I, who live by words, am wordless when I turn to the Word to pray. Amen.
Words by Madeleine L’Engle
Reason Breeds Insanity 