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The Sound of Silence

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When we hear the sound of silence it is imperative to stop and listen. It comes in the form of stillness. It comes to everyone at one time or another; the key is to be aware and allow it to unfold.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the delight of life, which they are thenceforth to rule.  Thomas Carlyle

Mother Theresa said: “The most important thing is silence. We cannot place ourselves directly in God’s presence without imposing upon ourselves interior and exterior silence.”

And Simon and Garfunkel had this to say about the Sound of Silence. Happy Saturday.

Do You Believe It?

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In Soul Stories, a book by Gary Zuvak, he wrote, among other things, “Believe that when you ask a question you always get an answer.” I don’t know why, but the question I asked was, “Where am I from?”

I was led to a meditation site online from a note I had taken on a television program a few nights earlier. The meditation that day was titled “Home”. It suggested that I am from another dimension, one of peace, and light, and silence. This explains my love of silence…I bask in it when stillness seems to envelop me from time to time.

At different times in prior years I had written poems, one titled,” A New Dimension” where becoming aware of the things we usually ignore opens our eyes to what’s around us. “The Journey” depicts a life of love and serenity.

To my mind, heaven is another dimension and perfectly fits the description above…love and serenity.

If I had ignored the prompting to take a note from a television program, I would not have been aware of the online meditation that gave me a fairly apt description of “where I am from”.

I attribute the inspiration for “The Journey” to a surgeon who many years ago released me from hospital with these words, “Live, love, and be happy.” And this is precisely my life today.

Do you believe it?

Hymn of Promise

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Sometimes we just cannot help sharing something that touches us in a profound way. That’s how I feel about this hymn. The words are truly so promising and deserve to be pondered as well as sung.

Hymn Of Promise

In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

What a beautiful promise!

 

 

 

Hear the Spiders Walk

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Oftentimes when I open the door to outside there is an air of stillness and silence. I love that “sound” and feeling. It is all enveloping. It happened this morning while feeding the birds and squirrels…my backyard world was hushed, and I basked in it for several minutes.

Similarly indoors sometimes. When I choose to eliminate television and radio, and between the furnace cycles and telephone rings, my house is sometimes so quiet I can hear the spiders walk.

Isaiah 30:15 says in part…in quietness and trust is your strength…

Absorb the stillness when it comes, it’s extremely good for the soul.

 

A Time to Rend

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A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; (Ecclesiastes 3:7)

For some reason that word rend always reminds me of Easter and the day of the Crucifixion when “the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom” (Mark 15:38) because rend means tear. There was a reason for that tearing and the rend was never to be sewn. There is a time to sew, but that was not the time.

How many times have we said something we wished we hadn’t? And how many times have we not spoken out when we should have? It’s that simple…a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; both in King Solomon’s time and in ours.

Tomorrow: A Time to Love