This line from Psalm 42 continues to strike me:
Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me. (Douay-Rheims)
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of thy cataracts; all thy waves and thy billows have gone over me. (RSV)
Today we celebrate the Mystery of the Mary’s Visitation to Elizabeth. She, in the deep silence following the angel’s announcement, meets Elizabeth, hidden and quiet for five months. The babe leaps; the Spirit speaks.
Deep calls unto deep.