Sound of Silence

I'm home. I'm so glad to be home. Last night as I relaxed into my cosy swag, I meditated on one of the reasons. Here at home, all is quiet. I love the quiet. I love the sounds of silence. True, crickets chirp and call and the odd owl hoots. Sometime I hear a bat or bird whizzing around the shed or a rat scurrying around searching for it's tucker and there's always Hannah's and Honey's snoring and Max's little sleepy barks. And then there's the eternal 'zizzing' of the clouds of mosquitos that bore's itself into my mind and steals the sleep my body craves. But even through all these sounds, I can still detect the sounds of silence. They whisper through the gentle breeze, and shimmer down the moon beams onto my face. The sounds of silence may not necessarily be an audible sound. Maybe it's more of a sense, a feeling, a presence. It's a sense of peace, a feeling of contentment and connection to nature, it's a presence of God Himself reaching down and drawing near to His weary pilgrims on earth. It's His hand touching His nature and making it new and fresh again. It's His way of recreating our minds and making our hearts free and glad again.

A long way out where desert sand hold sway,

Where life is sweet though stifling heat,

Throughout the day holds many a cloud at bay.

The people there by drought cannot be beat,

They love the place for its ridged pace,

For the beauty and joy it shows.

They would not trade in any case,

Though the going may be slow,

For they have found its greatest gift,

That only can be seized,

When you bridge the greatest rift,

And can live out there with ease.

Heres what makes them the same old track,

Its the silence of the outback.