Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I Am God.”
Do you know what silence sounds like?
Did you know that music is a series of sounds separated by silence?
In this busy world, it is almost impossible to hear the sound of silence.
However, I treasure it above all else.
Imagine a magical, serene time totally void of any sound on your ears.
One’s mind completely relaxes, and one can visualize waves breaking on a distant, sandy shore – without sound.
From deep within our mind, a new, pure thought emerges in this blessed silence.
It would have never arrived in its present form because of the noise, clutter, give and take of everyday life. Instead, it would have arrived all covered in bandages from injuries caused by the extraneous, outside world. It would be confused, lacking clarity, and without peace.
The idea is to intentionally become more aware of the Sound of Silence.
God bless your journey!
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Vows were broken, Love, by an unplanned death.
Promises that were spoken by the living breath.
Vows softly spoken in the listener’s ears
Linger on after death, bringing forth anguished tears.
Neither mountains high nor rivers wide
Can stop or contain them, and they still abide.
Later, you’ll bring them as you wing your way
And join my spirit, awaiting on the other side.
Marvel not then upon this small wonder,
For what God joins together, nothing puts asunder.
Though you live on if I pass first,
Find peace and joy, my love.
My spirit patiently awaits you
While angels sing above.
Our spirits will again reunite on that golden strand,
In that timeless Shangri-la, never to part again.
Think not that it’s over, that death brings the end,
For the spirit lives forever and ever, even then.
Finish your journey.
Walk your path, following destiny’s pull.
Shine your light on friend and foe.
Live life to the full.
I loved you then; I love you now
As when I gave the ring
To seal the vow made long ago.
Oh, Death, where is thy sting?
We are all authors.
Life is the beginning.
Death is the ending.
We each write the chapters in between.
God bless your journeys!
One shoe does not fit everyone. It takes all kinds of people to make a world.
God bless you on your journey.
It is said that words written on desert sands can be seen on the morrow, borne on desert winds.
Words of secrecy should never be spoken in the night, for sounds travel easier in the dark than in the light.
Speak of no confessions by a pond or lakeside for words travel quickly over water, heard easily on the other side.
Keep well your promises for they have strings much stronger than steel, anchored to your conscience. Break one, and your conscience will be unbalanced and hurt all the days of your life.
To err is human, to forgive divine.
Having to do neither one ever is paradise.
Someone told a man with many woes and troubles that a wise man lived up on a certain mountain and might be able to help him.
So, the man hiked up the mountain and found the wise old man, who was sporting long white hair and a full white beard.
After telling the wise man his problems, the old man replied, “Do you see that huge boulder just down the mountain? Go down there and leave your problems at its base. But there is one requirement: You must pick up someone else’s problems and take them down the mountain with you. Choose carefully, my son.”
After four hours, the man came back up to the wise man.
He spoke: “You know, I couldn’t find any problems down there that were smaller than mine. So, if it’s all right with you, I’ll just keep my own problems, and take them back down the mountain with me.”
The old man smiled and replied, “Go in peace, my son.”
There once was a man named Dugger Vance
Who grew too large for his pants.
He slaved for nickels and died for dimes,
But Digger lived in the best of times.
In a cemetery, he rests alone,
But he made his mark – it’s etched in stone.
You’ve asked me to speak to you concerning Love. In all humility, how could I even dare to attempt to explain the mystery of this heaven-sent feeling?
Have not better scholars and brilliant poets undertaken this task sufficiently?
Understanding Love and trying to give one a clear, easy definition is a thing which troubles the imagination in its description for many times words stumble in the effort, leaving much to be desired. Still, Love deserves this effort!
This wonderful feeling plucks our heart strings like the skillful fingers of a master harp player. The musical notes rise upward from heart to soul, heard by the one experiencing the feelings and surely by the Angels of Heaven. Such is my poor attempt to explain Love.
To those who have never experienced Love, no explanation will suffice. To those who have, any explanation simply brings forth a knowing smile.
When Love is present, life has full meaning and wonderment. Without Love, life is a vacuum and void.
Be vigilant, for you might be experiencing it without really understanding what it is, perhaps crushing it like the petals of a rose during its development.
There are different kinds of Love: such as parental and platonic Love or the Love of animals, art, music, or our Creator. Do not confuse one for the other as you live your life. Do not expect a guarantee in the Feelings Department, for there are none. Such is Love.
Hello out there to everyone reading my web site. Another year is upon us. I hope all of you enjoyed a wonderful Christmas and brought in the New Year with a glass or two of cheer, keeping warm.
A lot of you probably got your fill of football bowl games. Speaking of which, there are ones that I have never even heard of. Whoever names them is much too creative for me.
I have taken a break from writing for some time – a sabbatical so to speak – but I’m slowly getting back on track again. So check in on my web site periodically and visit me.
Warmest wishes for a Happy New Year to every one of you!
Ponce de Leon searched for the Fountain of Youth in vain, but you and I can find it easily. Just attend a Yoga or Tai Chi class or get on a treadmill or elliptical machine – you have found it!