The Pristine Summit
Sometimes I wonder how much more we could know How much less we’ll be confused How much more our creative juices will flow If we had a little bit less noise A little bit less movement A little more time alone in quiet contemplation I sit right now, my laptop positioned where it got its name, on my laps Awaiting my taps I am drinking in the silence of the night Reveling in the serenity that comes when most of humanity is asleep I am smiling with glee, feeling like I made it through another hurricane. My mind on the sacred book: Psalm 46:10 With stillness comes inspiration. I cannot but write. The damage has been assessed Scattered toys gathered Crumbs of food swept My sweet babies pacified by daddy’s special touch Now I am alone The faint cricket sounds, the occasional snore from across the hallway and the amplified ticks of the clock above my head doesn’t bother me at all. Silence still rules. It would have been strange if it did bother me Because a few moments ago, noise had its reign...