Dec 24, 2005

A winter message, curtesy of Joan Adams Burchell:

The Sounds of Silence

The morning was mute, quiet and still
as I awoke from a peaceful rest;
The sounds of silence were a soft calm
and peace was mine - I was blessed.

A hushed world was solemn in thought
at the silence all around;
Snowflakes fell like pure-white feathers
and never made a sound.

A lull like this, in a busy world,
was Nature’s gift of wonder;
I stifled thoughts of anything
that might put it asunder.

For just awhile on a winter’s morn,
I turned within, in awe;
Listening to the sounds of silence
and the beauty that I saw.

Happy holidays all.

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