Listen to the Sound of Silence
It sighs on the wind The voice of calm serenity Whispers in the treetops Calling, peace be still
Whispering, sighing, breathing Never still, nor fully silent Harken to its melody Singing in the stillness For only then Do we truly hear Only then do we learn That the Lord, He is God Be still and know Listen to the silence It speaks
Image by Welsh Pixie.
Signora Sheila 
12 replies on “The Sound of Silence: A Poem”
How beautiful! Thank you for this. It reminds me of Ha Long Bay in Vietnam. The deafening silence of the beauty and the Holy Spirit hovering over the waters. God is whispering 🙂
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If this pic reminds you of Vietnam, then it must be beautiful! And I love the way you put it: the deafening silence of the beauty. That’s what our summer village is like. Different scenery, but beautiful with a deafening silence – figuratively and literally! My prayer is that such times and places will give our heart the room it craves for hearing God’s whispers and whispering back!
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Me too, Sheila. I find it difficult to sit still, to BE still, but I’m learning–slowly!
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Actually, I think aging helps with that. Old bones just can’t move as fast or get around as well. Our mind says Go, but the body says No! A time for every season. May old age be a season of slowing down to speed up internally, going deeper in God!
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Lovely, Sheila! Into the stillness the Spirit DOES speak; silence is the best atmosphere to receive his impressions.
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That is what I have found too, my friend. Why then, do I often allow so much clutter and confusion into my life, mind, and heart? Oh Lord, help me!
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Wonderful thoughts ma’am. As I read and absorbed your words, I was reminded that in my silence is when God speaks loudest. Thank you
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Thank you! Oh yes, JD, when we take time to be still and listen – we can hear so much better and so much more!!
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Oh. My. Goodness. What inspiring words of calm and rest. Silence is such a remarkable gift for us all–yet how often do we reach out and receive it. Thank you for this, dear friend. And for the picture. It’s a salve to my soul.
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That picture is great. It spoke rest and peace to me as well! I’m glad you enjoyed my little poem. I used to do a lot poetry in high school, but then fell away from it. I decided to revive it, but I can tell I’m rusty! Hopefully they will get better!
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You’re not rusty, Sheila–you’re quite articulate!
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Thanks, my friend. I guess time will tell!
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