If you ever want to know the truth about life, the universe or simply what is in your heart, take heed of the sounds all around you. Shut your mouth, open your ears and listen.
I have heard the truth, my friends, oh yes I have. The swish of wipers on a windshield and the sizzle of tires on rain-slick pavement. A train horn in the cool of the night has shouted gospel to me across the river, this I know, because I have heard it, heard it speak. I have heard it in that pause in the music when switching from station to another. I have heard it the music itself, fast or slow, loud or soft.
Truth has whispered to me.
The truth, ladies and gentlemen, has been delivered in the buzz and tweet of the lawnmower and weed eater. Maybe sometimes not what I want to hear, but consider this: pushing and toting those machines means that I can walk, freely, and the sound means I have ears to hear.
Small wonders, you know. Ordinary miracles we should be grateful to witness.
The truth is definitely out there, as the X-Files would have us believe. And it is. The wind has ruffled the leaves outside my window; it has sighed around the eaves of my house. This is truth, loud and clear.
It will be Monday when your eyes fall upon this page. Mondays, for many of us, bring their own truth, that many of us have a hard time swallowing. It is Monday and that which has us by the short and curlies pushes us out of the sanctuary of our homes and back into Real Life. Be that as it may, I ask you to wrap your head around this:
Mondays sometimes get me. Life sometimes gets me, by the throat. This I know. But...I have heard the truth and have wrapped my heart around it. The truth...
I have heard it from my daughter, dear ones, in her laughter pure and strong like a brace of silver bells.
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oh, it does. nothing like your own child to put things in perspective.
ReplyDeleteYour post reminds me of a very old poem I wrote, "Cars whispered on the rain...." What a great sound that is!
Mondays may not be reality, the weekends are where it's at, baby. Or if you're lucky enough like I am, retired from office life, every day is a weekend.
I love this. Embrace truth as you forge through the week, my friend.
ReplyDeleteIt does, as the poetry of everyday.
ReplyDeleteVery very nice.
ReplyDeleteMy child doesn't laugh so much anymore, but he does play a lot of guitar, and that, I'll take.
Really great piece, Irish.
Great sounds of living. But laughter is the best sound.
ReplyDeleteLaughter is the truth.
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