Silence is magic. I hear her voice from nature in repose. She calls me away from depression and from tumult. I am charmed by the soft cadence of her voice As I listen to her call and follow her beckoning. She leads me along the chiming brook; "Into green pastures, beside the still waters"; The playground of my childhood days; To the waving forests, planted by nature's own hand; The home of happy birds chirping in the branches; To the shimmering desert among the Joshuas and Cacti, In whose solitude you feel the silence That reigns supreme -- alone with God. |