What becomes the obvious thing,
so obvious it is almost unnoticed
at first, is the silence, overwhelming,
so profound even the cows on the bluff
across the river are silent, even the
river below the cows on the bluff
is silent, even the birds flying
over the bluff and the river
are silent, as if creation
awaits God’s voice.
Photograph: Shaw Nature Reserve, Gray Summit, Mo., Jan. 20, 2014.
I love this, Glynn, but my house is so filled with words this morning (and every) that I can hardly hear what you're saying.
This is beautiful, Glynn. I have experienced that same profound silence while spending time in the mountains. It is, indeed, as though all creation is waiting for God to speak.
We often forget to listen in the silence. . . nice piece Glynn!
I can hear it... the silence.
this kinda reminds me of that space in time that can come just before a tornado.
everything goes silent, even the birds... and the sky looks an eerie green gray colour.
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