The sounds grab at all of my senses,
making me physically twitch at the incessant grip on my ears. Silence
itself seems to struggle for oxygen, drowning in the constant varying
of man-made noises of radio, television, cars, hospital alarms,
sirens, loudspeakers, and conversation.
Holiness, it is said, speaks when
there is silence. There is certainly reverence in being able to
discern the breeze, or the magic of a distant insect's buzz, or the
quiet rush of water's constant crashing against rocks in the frenzy
of a small mountain stream.
I need some holiness. Life is too
loud.
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