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Where has all the silence gone?


This piece was written for my class.  I feel it has a very poignant message to tell.


Where has all the silence gone?
The quiet hush that falls over the city when the snow is falling
Blanketed in white and calm

Where has all the silence gone?
A butterfly floating effortlessly in the warm afternoon
A contrast between it and the whirling of the hummingbird’s wings

Where has all the silence gone?
White-faced and silent the mime tells a vivid story
Communicates so aptly tales of comedy and tragedy

Where has all the silence gone?
Oh to have ears to hear the missing noise
The words of the heart, not spoken but deeply felt, desiring to be known

Where has all the silence gone?
It is caught up in the fray of life
Yet ever present … waiting to be discovered and heard, in stillness and quieted soul

Listening to the silence ~ Missy



Comments

  1. Mike BerryMay 1, 2013 at 1:31 PM

    The negative space of senses is where the joy is, where all that is important in life becomes so clear.

    Thank you for the reminder~

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  2. Wildlife Art by SylMay 2, 2013 at 9:37 AM

    Your thoughts on silence are a reminder of the old saying"Silence is Golden". Sometimes we need to find a mountain top or desert where silence sounds like a roar of no sound except what we hear in our soul..

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