SOUND OF SILENCE

Snippet

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace.  

"Dear Lord and Father of Mankind” John Greenleaf Whittier.

Scripture

An idol does no good, because a human made it;

    it is only a statue that teaches lies.

The one who made it expects his own work to help him,

    but he makes idols that can’t even speak!

 How terrible it will be for the one who says to a wooden statue, ‘Come to life!’

    How terrible it will be for the one who says to a silent stone, ‘Get up!’

It cannot tell you what to do.

    It is only a statue covered with gold and silver;

    there is no life in it.

 The Lord is in his Holy Temple;

    all the earth should be silent in his presence.” Habakkuk 2:18-20

Song

The Sound Of Silence

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTCNwgzM2rQ

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know –

Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you.

Take my arms that I might reach you."

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming.

And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls

And whispered in the sound of silence.

Sentence Prayer

Father;

May the silence grow like a cancer

Till it eats away everything

But you.  Amen