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Today I’m grateful for understanding the power of silence…

and how in my life it plays an important role…

For even though these words I write often delight my heart and mind…

It’s silence that delights my soul.

NELLA’S BLESSING

We’ve all heard Martin Luther King Jr.’s words…

If we didn’t hear him speak them we’ve all had chance to read them…

but if we haven’t paid attention to them before…

now, more than ever, may we be blessed to heed them.

It was 1967 in a lecture at the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church

in Montgomery, Alabama…When Martin said…

In the end

we will remember not the words of our enemies…

but the silence of our friends…

We love to listen to the music of the mountains from our cabin…

The wind whistling through the trees…

The buzzing of the hummingbird wings…the birds’ songs floating on the breeze.

So when we took a picnic to our favorite spot on the Parkway 

(where we’ve been picnicking for 37 years)

We were excited as we anticipated in this part of the forest 

the different kinds of music we might hear. 

But when we reached our favorite spot…there was no music… not a sound…

what immediately caught our attention was the silence all around.

Everything was still and quiet…every animal, every mountain…every tree.

There was something captivating…about this silent symphony.

I smiled quietly at Deborah who smiled quietly back at me…

It was as if, for a moment, we were experiencing the world 

the way the creators meant for it to be.

For a moment those creators turned the sound off to help us understand…

how much there is to enjoy in the silent beauty of the land.

From the clouds to the sun to the grass to the rocks to the mountains to the trees

we experienced a world of peace…with everything living together…in quiet harmony.

It’s a peacefulness we felt blessed at that moment to have innocently stumbled upon…

and one that stayed within our hearts even when they turned the sound back on.

While we quietly ate our tuna subs…In the cool, silent mountain air…

We reminisced how from the time our children were children 

we have been picnicking there.

Which only makes us more determined…to speak up for love and equality

to do are part to help the world live in peace and harmony.

Because every child deserves the chance 

to experience the world the way the creators meant for it to be…

every child deserves a chance to have picnics with their family.

A joyful world where we all live in peace and harmony!

It’s an idea that makes many people scoff…

but it was strengthened in us on a picnic just the other day

when the creators turned the music off…

If you ever want to understand what power there is in silence

a power you can almost see….

take a walk on a foggy morning

and feel how strong the silence can be.

SILENCE REVISITED

As I was walking in the silence of the morning..

thinking of a friend who died…shedding a few tears…

I started thinking how my relationship with silence has changed over the years.

I have stood mesmerized…in a field…surrounded by the silent falling snow….

I’ve watched the clouds silently change shape as across the river of sky they flow.

I’ve laid on the ground contemplating the possibility…the existence of a higher power

in the silence of an evening as I watched a meteor shower.

I’ve often found silence to be my friend…but sometime she can be an enemy

like this morning thinking of my friend’s death…the ultimate tragedy.

For there is a sadness that returns in silence…as you repeat the moment when…

you know you will never see or hear or touch that person ever again.

That your friend is gone forever…and you know for your remaining years

in the silence of your loneliness…you’ll cry your deepest tears.

In time, however, although you know your heart will always be a little broken

you feel it begin to mend in the silence of all your words unspoken.

And once you feel the moment your heart begins to mend…

the beauty and the magic of silence again becomes your friend.

As you gaze outside your silence…your smile returns because you know

It’s in the silence of the evening when a tree begins to grow.

It’s in the silence of the morning when a flower begins to bloom.

and how the miracle of birth begins in the silence of a mother’s womb.

Suddenly you re-discover the beauty in silence…in her complexity…

and you find a little meaning in her tranquility…

Like how you know…though your friend is gone…

the love you feel for her or him…from you…will never part

It will always be there waiting for you to visit 

from the depths within your soul…and silence of your heart

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