|'The Sounds of Silence'|
|Wednesday, October 09, 2013 12:59 PM|
'The Sounds of Silence'
By Jim Langham
The tune of the oldie, “The Sounds of Silence,” is playing in the back of my mind as I think about the unexpected gift that continues to grow within as I walk on trails in area reserves and rustic quiet spots.
Especially on Sunday afternoons, the Black Swamp Reserve has become a refuge from the ensuing stresses around me and God’s creatures seem to agree. One evening as I pulled into the parking lot, two beautiful female deer were standing in the parking lot.
Surprisingly, rather than breaking away from me, they stood and eyed me over as though they were greeting me to a balm of quietness in the midst of a busy world.
On that particular evening, wild gold asters lined the path surrounding quiet ponds as a relaxed egret seemingly turned the body of water into its own nature spa.