the sound of nothing
by Elouise
Blush-pink morning clouds
Paint the sky peachy sherbet
Fresh from last night’s raucous rain
Now gathered in mud puddles
Outside my bedroom window
Venus shines in the east
Birds soar through chilled air
Graceful trees sway to and fro
Freed by the sound of nothing
This morning’s quiet was welcome, especially given the bluster and chest-thumping offered up daily by our news feeds. Huge plates overflow with hand-wringing, fact-checking, posturing and dissecting served up fresh, minute by minute. Starvation diet. That’s what it feels like. Even the best scenarios aren’t enough to sustain us.
Nature isn’t God. Nor is Nature a meek little lamb. Nonetheless, when seen through eyes of faith, Nature becomes a vast, open, accessible tutor about life.
My daily challenge is to stop, look and listen. Though the music isn’t always beautiful, it always points to truth. A welcome respite from today’s clamorous voices, and a reminder that we are all finite. This current state of affairs will not last forever.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 January 2019
Photo of Venus at dawn found at flickr.com, taken by Joseph Brimacombe
Beautiful post, Eloise.
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Thank you kindly. 🙏🏻
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Elouise, All in your beautifully selected poetry rings true for me… except… I’ve come to the conclusion that Nature is God. To me, the universe makes more sense from that perspective…
“Nature… tutor about life”
That’s a lovely sentence💕
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Thanks for your comment, Jane. I still believe we see God most clearly in Jesus of Nazareth. However, we’ve also been given the natural world as another window into ourselves as well into the ways of God, when we take time to listen. It can be a fierce or gentle voice…always calling us back to ourselves, though not in a self serving way. Something like that…!💜
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So true… taking the time to listen and to hear the message unselfishly. I feel there is much wisdom in your reflection. Thank you for this thought fill moment.
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