Silences



A pouring rain makes melodies

Descending from the sky,

But oh, the quiet sunny days

When clouds move white and high.

The songbirds chirps in early dawn,

Each trills his notes in streams,

But oh, the hours when all is hushed,

And we may dream our dreams.

Some afternoons the trees in winds

Are like soft strummed guitars,

But oh, the stillness of the night

Where we can see the stars.

The rushing wavelets on a lake

Make music's loud release,

But oh, the times of waters calm,

When we may find our peace.

All nature's sounds are beautiful

In water, earth, and air,

But oh, the lovely silences

That call our hearts to prayer.

~ Jean Hogan Dudley

...a time to keep silence,

and a time to speak.

Eccl. 3:7