Sunday Silence

This afternoon I sat on the swing on our front porch for awhile. I looked and listened instead
of reading a book. I was amazed at how few sounds there were over a minute or two. Dogs
barking and cars passing by were it. Then then there were the whispers of the winds. They
were so soft and yet enough for the human ear to hear them blowing in the leaves high
above my head.
I spent a good while just being still and silent. It was a Sunday afternoon well worth having.
It didn't cost me anything except a little bit of my time. I was well rewarded for allowing
something so ordinary to be extraordinary for me from my front porch swing. I'll have to
do it again soon. Real soon. It was a Holy hush that spoke to my soul.