01 Apr The Balm of Silence
(A mower hums from the yard next door, invading the silence I was trying to enjoy.)
How my soul needs it, craves it, yet so many things pollute its opportunity to find me.
I am one of those things.
Addicted to the noise and the distractions, how often I choose anything but the purity silence offers.
The noise pollution rages on as I hear the COLLISION AND CRASH of my heart’s desires.
How I long for the noisiest noise of all to be silent . . . the clanging inside my heart.
Can I push the conversations, confusion and chaos away long enough to hear You?
A whisper . . . A word . . . ANYTHING. Can I, for just a moment, be with you?
Dare I push away this illuminated screen and let my thoughts fade into a nothingness so trusting and pure that all I experience is you?
DARE I TRY . . .
To push away the thoughts and enjoy a silent mind?
I exhale, I push away to find . . .
Here you are.