I Spoke to the Moon Once

I spoke to the moon once and

All I heard was the light of the night.

I spoke to the sun too and

All I heard was the heat of the day.

I spoke to the sky and

All I heard was the wisps of the clouds.

I spoke to a tree and

All I heard was the creaking of branches.

I spoke to the rain and

All I heard was the patter of droplets.

I spoke to the ocean and

All I heard was the rolling of waves.

Then, I got to thinking ...

These things that I saw and that

I heard ... gave me peace ...

A certain kind of peace

A peace of place

A peace of the moment

A peace of mind ...

Away from the world

Apart from concerns

Absent from cares

They gave me a deep, satisfying breath.

The kind that settles you down and

Improves your perspective.

But it wasn't enough.

Not nearly enough.

And that's when I knew

I wanted more.

I wanted to seek the source of nature's

Not-so-silent silences

I decided I needed to

Speak to silence itself.

The silence that is empty of the world's

Sight

Sound

Smell

Taste and

Touch.

The silence that is filled with the kind of

Depth and

Breadth that

Stretches for eternity

Teeming with Creativity ...

Truth, Goodness, and

Beauty

Filled with Love ...

Agape and

Eros, too

Imbued with the Divine ...

Hope, Healing, Mercy, and

Gladness.

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