Sacred soundings...

I sit here in the silence and soak in the lack of noise
Listening ever so intently, without a need to voice:
The wisdom, the knowledge, or anything attained..
My sharing, my writing, will speak of what's obtained

The morning, the evening and sometimes at midday;
I stop, for a brief moment, to listen along the way:
To hear what isn't spoken but  always is  around;
For the flowers and the sunshine and the breezes are  His sound

The Spirit is always echoing, and  touching all with grace
Sometimes so very  silently; but always able to trace
In the hearts of all the believers the listeners and the saints
You can sense the Sacred Soundings as the Spirit serenely paints