Silent night, all is calm
I cannot count the leaves above my head. Three or four trees, with high branches hanging low and heavy with green ornaments, millions of them. I can, however, count the ones that are moving...
Zero.
When things are this calm, you take notice. When things are this calm, you can't help but wonder when that will change. When anything will move. When the wind might blow. When the storm will come. When things are this calm, even the quietest of souls might seem violent.
The air may not move but the longing flutters around. The trees are still, the spider rests, the frogs and crickets are silent... but that darn soul. The desires, the love, the worry, the fear, all run rampant.
Nights like this are not for talk or for lesson or fun or activity. Nights like this need no company. The silent night needs only recognition.
Will he that tames the wild also tame my soul?
On a night this still, a single thought in my head seems like too many. Any groaning in my soul appears foreign. As tall and strong as they might be, the trees know nothing of movement until the winds command.
Oh to be the tree.
The strong submissive tree.
Oh to be still, and wait for my command.
Oh.
To just, be.
Zero.
When things are this calm, you take notice. When things are this calm, you can't help but wonder when that will change. When anything will move. When the wind might blow. When the storm will come. When things are this calm, even the quietest of souls might seem violent.
The air may not move but the longing flutters around. The trees are still, the spider rests, the frogs and crickets are silent... but that darn soul. The desires, the love, the worry, the fear, all run rampant.
Nights like this are not for talk or for lesson or fun or activity. Nights like this need no company. The silent night needs only recognition.
Will he that tames the wild also tame my soul?
On a night this still, a single thought in my head seems like too many. Any groaning in my soul appears foreign. As tall and strong as they might be, the trees know nothing of movement until the winds command.
Oh to be the tree.
The strong submissive tree.
Oh to be still, and wait for my command.
Oh.
To just, be.