{"id":352,"date":"2019-12-17T15:34:19","date_gmt":"2019-12-17T20:34:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beanscorner.org\/zion\/?p=352"},"modified":"2019-12-17T15:34:20","modified_gmt":"2019-12-17T20:34:20","slug":"when-silence-speaks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.beanscorner.org\/zion\/2019\/12\/when-silence-speaks\/","title":{"rendered":"When Silence Speaks"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>I am part of a group of Gospel writers who each week give us a writing prompt.  This promot was &#8220;When Silence Speaks&#8221; and had a 300 word limit.  This is my attempt at the prompt.  It represents first a reflection of my childhood, then two scenes from adulthood.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"http:\/\/www.beanscorner.org\/zion\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_0354-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-353\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.beanscorner.org\/zion\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_0354-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.beanscorner.org\/zion\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_0354-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.beanscorner.org\/zion\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_0354-768x512.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap\">Socks, boots, snow pants, mittens, scarf, hat, coat, and finally ready.\u00a0 Finally step outside into fourteen inches of white.  It blankets the world and still falls in steady cascades of quiet.\u00a0 It is silent.  The world is rendered mute under the noiseless assault underway.  This universe is robbed of color and sound.\u00a0 A deep breath of sharp air assaults the lungs and a pure joy fills the heart.   The silence speaks to my heart.  Peace, beauty, and wonder abound and the silence assaults my ears in the most delicious of roars.\u00a0 It is so quiet.  I trudge deep into the woods listening attentively as the silence continues its concert.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap\">Leaves piling up and grey skies mute the expanse.\u00a0 Docks are pulled out, boats covered and stored, and shutters on the screens.\u00a0 October on the Lake has chased everyone back home to warmer houses and busier schedules.\u00a0 The sand crunches under my boots as I stride to the water\u2019s edge and gaze out over miles of mirror.\u00a0 It is a symphony of color as reds and oranges drown out the muted evergreen, reflecting for full effect in the smooth surface of the water.\u00a0 The bald eagle soars high overhead.  As my feet stop, the last quiet crunch of sand fades away.  It is silent.  The silence speaks to my heart of days gone by and generations of my family that enjoyed this lake.\u00a0 In the silence, the collected experiences of those who came before me swirl around me and I hear them.  Fall air fills the lungs with the flavor of passing nature and seasonal change.\u00a0\u00a0<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap\">A wrinkled hand and ragged breath.&nbsp; Dim unseeing eyes but still warmth in the touch.&nbsp; Then change and the breath grows weaker.  Weaker.  It is silent.&nbsp; Dad is gone.  The silence speaks a last goodbye.<br><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am part of a group of Gospel writers who each week give us a writing prompt. This promot was &#8220;When Silence Speaks&#8221; and had a 300 word limit. This is my attempt at the prompt. It represents first a reflection of my childhood, then two scenes from adulthood. 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