Again, Emptied

Summer                                                          Most Heat Moon

Ah. Can you feel the quiet? The silence spreading out in gentle ripples, absorbing sound, creating an island for us here. The saws and the drills, the dogs and the television, the chatter of Ruth and the pitch of the realtor all gone still. The only noise a subdued whir and rasp from within the computer tower and a strange feedback I get sometimes in my good ear.

This is the time to sink into the self, letting the day’s troubles go, for as Matthew says, “the trouble for each day is sufficient there unto.” Amen. In fact, hallelujah. I hyperbolize because on Monday night I was unable to know this and paid a sleepless price. To experience peace now is a blessing.