Monday, May 30, 2016

The Sound of Silence

Whether it is the deep growl of my old 302,

the rolling roar of a dark summer sky,

or the wind whipping through my hair as I ride down a long hill,

I enjoy so much of this life.

When the pleasures and thrills roll to a quiet stop in the still of the night, I find myself at peace and yet somehow uneasy with the sound of silence.

Slow at first, gradually increasing in intensity, the empty void becomes deafening. As I unconsciously rise, I find myself gazing into the immense starry sky.

So scanty my pleasures, so small my life, so short my existence.

Why am I reaching to the sky?

"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” 

C.S. Lewis

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