There is a sound...

There is a sound, a sound of gentleness,
From breathy flute and gently plucked harp strings;
There is a voice, a voice of peacefulness
Which, in the silence of my heart, now sings.

There is a touch, a healing touch I sense
Upon my heart, within my soul as well;
A hand divine, forgiving all my sins
And reaching out to guide me from my hell.

There is a cross, of punishment and shame,
The shame is mine, not His; He dies for me.
He hangs in anguish as He bears my blame
And with His blood spilt here, He's paid my fee.

There is a prayer within my silent heart,
A prayer of Hope, a song of praise and love;
In that same silence I have found my part,
As now He leads me to my home above.

Silence

There is no silence!

Silence speaks with the sounds of creation;
The silent shore is wiled by pounding waves.
In every cemetery wild animals watch the graves
Singing their silent "De profundis" to the resters.

There is no silence!

On distant hills where no man seems to walk,
The peewits and the curlew call; the snipe and lark
Herald the coming evening, or, in fading dark,
The dawn of day when heaven's songsters sing.

There is no silence?

When I but sit in silence, separate from the day
And search the empty places of my heart,
Shutting out the mundane sounds and murmurings
And all my conscience thoughts; within that silence

Comes the voice of God.