I probably should re-write this as a proper English sonnet – but here’s the poem for now. First one I’ve written in years. 
- Walter
Curse the silence! Says the the Devil.
That time of stilled heart and mind
Will be my end, and all my schemes
Shall come to naught by its hand.
Men in silence do contemplate
The weighty things of this life
That go beyond the day to day -
They see eternity’s lightCurse the silence! Rising from bed
To peaceful meditation,
Moments of quiet in the night
For prayer and introspection.
I will give them Entertainment
To blur what they think and see,
Things of fun and things of pleasure
To keep them always busy.Fill the humans’ lives with noise
And they’ll never hear God through the static.
These words are so true in my own life. It is my tendency to fill my day with idleness instead of silence, entertainment instead of joy, and stuff instead of meaningful work. And then it is during those few minutes before bed, when everyone else in the house is asleep that I discover how full of “static” my life was that day.
May we quiet our souls, and draw near to our God.
