Silent Glories...
Perfection...that's the only word which adequately describes the weather today here in my part of Carolina. After weeks of hot, often-muggy, summertime swelter, today is breathtakingly gorgeous. I don't know what the temperature is in the greater community, but here, in my yard, under the canopy of tall, old trees, the thermometer outside the back window reads 85 degrees, with the humidity comfortably low and a gentle breeze occasionally ruffling the leaves of shrubbery surrounding the screened porch. As I said, perfection. The neighborhood is basking in a quiet Sunday afternoon, with only the occasional voices of kids returning from an afternoon at the nearby community pool to break the sabbath silence. And I have been reading and watching and listening to the silent sounds- not so oxymoronic, really, because that's when I can most clearly "hear" the voice of God speaking through my thoughts, my mind, my heart, my daydreams. The Holy One comes to me most fu...