Sounds Of Silence
By Greta Zwaan
The whispers of the wind speak a language,
The soft touch of love on my face,
The fragrance of lilacs it brings me
Has caused me to reverence this place.
It’s called my oasis of silence,
The birds sing their sweet songs of praise,
They toil, yet their voices are ringing
With melodies humans can’t raise.
To me they speak wonders of silence,
They drown out a world full of cares,
Refreshing my soul with their beauty,
Like God sending answers to prayers.
The trees cast a shade from the sunshine
Yet rays from its warmth still appear,
The bees search for nectar in flowers
As blossom by blossom they clear.
These heavenly sounds that surround me,
The silence they bring to my soul,
Is where I can leave all my burdens
They tell me, God’s still in control.
