'Don't only practice your art
but force your way into it's secrets
For it and knowledge
can raise men to the divine.'
~Ludwig van Beethoven
Sound, silence and secrets.
Sound, silence and secrets when born,
Feed openly on every new dawning morn.
Singing from trees, echoes from the mount,
Revealing thirst fillings from the eternal fount...
Silence oft' looks for a place to be heard ...
Discovering rest that is risen up from a word,
Grace when blown through hand clapping leaves...
Why are givers blessed more than whoever receives?
Secrets, quietly calm and soothe and so well define,
Love like a blanketing cover lifting, revealing the divine,
Not sounds seeping through, but a hearing heart whispers ...
When comes silent hope, assuring to watchers and listeners...
From the book of James ~
'Does a spring pour out both
sweet and bitter water from the same opening?'
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Bethoven's Five Secrets