I pondered on a warm summer’s day, why a cool breeze lofting
through the leaves in the trees could make such a wonderous sound. It was like each leaf was a tone. The breeze
was playing music in the trees and it was stunningly beautiful. I closed my eyes and just listened. The sounds that were around me filled my
whole being. Birds chirping their
conversations. Squirrels chattering with other squirrels. Insects buzzing
around, but not disturbing me.
I allowed myself to just soak in the sounds with no
filters. My feet were bare and feeling
the ground under me. As I listened to the sounds around me, I also allowed
myself to feel the earth beneath my feet.
I allowed my spirit to just melt with the sounds around me. My feet, they seemed to become one with the
earth.
Then I heard a frequency. It was soft at first. It played in
amongst the others sounds around me. It
was like listening to a symphony. I
marveled in my spirit how creation sings.
The next thing was the vibrations that I was sensing in the earth. It was all in tune with each other.
I marveled how our Creator orchestrated his symphony. Each tone of a bird’s song, each chirp and
chatter of a squirrel and even the mooing of cows – all intertwined together to
make a symphony.
Now, I am inside and it is winter. The cold brings either
rain or snow. I had the opportunity to watch the snow fall. It was silent as it
fell. Yet, it must have made a sound. It
made the world around me quiet. For some reason, the covering of the snow seems
to bring a sense of longing. A longing for wholeness and purity. Now the rain comes. It washes all the snow
away. It reveals the nicks and rubbish on the ground. The dark skies, with clouds
heavy with rain, seem to be foreboding. But, as the rain comes down, I hear the
sound on the roof. The swishing of cars going by as they run over puddles. Here
again is another type of symphony. Rumbling vehicles driving on wet streets
have some sort of rhythmic pattern. The rain pounding on the roof has a
rhythmic pattern. The wind blowing
through the evergreen trees is not silent. It plays each branch.
Listen to the symphony.
It’s there for each of us every day.
A symphony so grand that we miss it because we don’t take the time to
listen. Sometimes, that symphony is soft, so unless we listen we miss it.
I close my eyes and quiet my soul. I then step onto my seat
of rest. I ask my Creator to help me
listen with His ears, so that I can hear His symphony. It is most beautiful.
