The solace of silence

“He walks in quiet solitude the forest and the trees

seeking grace in every step he takes”

Around us a guttural soup of sound

a 24/7 marathon of music, voices, and clatter

mostly an addiction to the nothingness of noise inescapable and enslaving assaulting our ears and space

every day silence hinged to constant sound

if not in my ears certainly in my mind

But silence is wisdoms best reply more eloquent than words golden

silence and time a great necessity and a luxury when found

all that is essential coming from quietness and waiting

the restless and fearful must do something the wise in stillness waits

finding a true friend in knowledge that stillness guards always awake

to be silent and at rest is beautiful the stars in the night sky not making a sound

we listen best when silent we are quiet not blind our hearing unbound

the morning light reveals a solitary eagle flying in the heavens

listen as he speaks

do not forsake the ancient way to walk on other paths and not with the meek

quietness and observation will guide you

the most excellent of teachers to seek

there are times for laughter the sound of wind in the pines the rhythmic procession of the sea of children playing a friend in season and a loved one whose voice caresses our ears to everything there is a time and a season and learn we must to listen to be silent and to be still

listen is an anagram to silent