Beauty born out of grief
tears shed from a somber melody
soft violins with steady progressions
eloquently caressing the tender heart strings
Oh, grief! Oh, human condition reflected so deeply from the wells of music
a heartfelt ache of isolation remedied by steady strings that silence and soothes the soul
An acceptance for loss of words, allows the human heart to be felt rather than explained…
an anxious pause in writing to meditate on things language longs to comprehend and erect a tower of highest pedestals.
One may say Language is an apex of human achievement. But consider when we allow silence to reign for a bit. To let go of in information and words we so quickly spew. These words that cause the downfall of others. Rash, harsh sounding language that knows no bounds. These are the apex of our fall. Lies constructed to hide Truth.
Let’s only open our mouths in awe of life. All of it. Not just life from our own thinking and talking. But life shared with a community of voices longing for the world to be silent for once! So that they can be heard amongst the noise.
Breath in the air from your mouth. Let it dance upon your tongue as you reflect on the life it gives you every day. Now speak from your tongue and give that breath back to others who long for a life-giving “hello”.
Billions of mouths but so little ears. Outnumbered. No wonder there’s no wondering of things beyond our scope.
So let us be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry… But let our speech be unrestrained from goodness while keeping a tight reign over its firey evils. For human anger does not bring about the righteousness that God desires