The Silent Symphony
The Silent Symphony is playing.
I lay my head down - the silent symphony is playing. I raise my head up - the Silent Symphony is playing. I cannot see the symphony. I cannot hear the symphony. I cannot feel the symphony. I cannot know the symphony. I can only ask :"What is the Silent Symphony?"
The Silent Symphony is all around. It is in the soft soil between the toes, in the kiss of the evening breeze on a cheek, the tinkling laughter of a child in the ears.
The Silent Symphony is in the distant light of the stars sailing along their heavenly paths, in the silvery sheen of the midnight reflections of the moon on a glassy lake.
The Silent Symphony is the Symphony of Ages. The Symphony of Yesterday. The Symphony of Today. The Symphony of Tomorrow. The Symphony of Eternity. It's the symphony that gathers, that holds, that binds. The Silent Symphony is the beating heart of all that is...seen and unseen, known and unknown. It directs the heavens. It directs the earths. It is the Symphony of Life. The Symphony of Love. The Symphony of Light.
The Silent Symphony plays to the Soul. It calls to the Heart. It is the irresistible harmony of Being. The Silent Symphony is the song of All and of One. It is the symphony of...your heart, my heart, his heart, her heart, their hearts. It is the thrumming harmonious song of all hearts playing as One Heart.
I see a New Dawn. The Silent Symphony is still playing...only now...it is not silent anymore. Listen...it's the pattering rains, it's the chattering evening bird chorus, it's the whispering evening breeze through that big old tree, it's the cat's soft purr, the dog licking your face. It is the last gold leaf of Autumn, the silence of Winter nights, the first blossoms of Spring, the thunder of Summer.
The Silent Symphony is a son's hug, a daughter's laughter, the kiss of a wife, the "I love you" of a husband, the "Good Night" from Mama, the "Good Morning" from Papa, the "I care for you" of a brother and sister. The Silent Symphony is the hugs and support of friends.
Can you hear it now? Can you see it now? Can you feel it now? Can you know it now?
The Silent Symphony was never silent. It was ever playing. Clear as a crystal bell and infinitely more beautiful. It is the Symphony of Life, the Symphony of Love, the Symphony of Light. The Silent Symphony is the Symphony of God.
I lay my head down - the Silent Symphony is playing. I raise my head up - the Silent Symphony is playing. I can hear it now. I can see it now. I can feel it now. I can know it now. The Silent Symphony.
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