deafening silence …
In the stillness of the environment only the hushing of the wind, the rustling of the leaves, the hissing warmth of sunshine are the radical echoes of sound. Where there is only but the expected measure of resonance, the pleasure of quiet and peace mute even the beating of one’s heart.
We can close our eyes and be attuned to the softest of whispers from our hearts that can draw the yearnings, the dreams, the heartaches, the joys and captured memories into echoes of celebrations pinning beautiful milestones of harmony into musical interludes in the sound of silence. In the deeper recesses, we even hear the voice of conscience either being convicted or applauded.
In this deafening silence, the reawakening of our inner self blossoms into a new creation being transformed into the image of the perfect Creator that can make us shout in praise.
another oxymoron phrase for FrizzText’s ddd challenge