Morning

There is no silence in the world around me, even in the early morning, before most are awake, there is a symphony of sounds. Song birds singing their praise of the new day, calling to one another, and seemingly trying to out do one another.
I wanted to find silence so I could think, resolve a matter, hear that still voice of God, which I realize now, its not a still voice of God, so much as a voice heard in stillness. Perhaps we somehow rearranged the words to make it seem like Gods voice is still, yet the only time we can hear this voice is when we are still.
Aware of every single sound around me I heard the wind travelling from south to north, almost as if it were a car sound coming towards me. I could watch it too, tree tops bending like a "wave" at some football game. Coming closer to me until soon it was over me, washing me with new air.
The cooing of a morning dove catching my attention, diverting me from this time of thinking and listening for the voice that promises to direct me and show me what I need to do. I tried to dump all the pre-programmed thoughts, the ones that run through our minds like old re-runs, the programmed responses that we give ourselves for a multitude of reasons. The kind of thoughts we think we want to hear, the easy way out thoughts, the excuses, the limiting thoughts. The very thoughts that kill new ideas and keep us from taking risks from time to time.
I found myself distracted by the way the tree branches reach up to the sky as the darkness turns to soft and gentle morning light, just before the big show of sunrise.
Perfect silhouettes, these trees are. Almost a black and white photo, just with a touch of shading to the sky, which is more pale gold in the east and still a bit of pale navy blue, yes, pale navy blue.
The large wind chimes that Emery gave me sound more like church bells they are so big and I love them. This morning they sing along with the birds. There still is no silence....then just in the moment the sun peeks up over the horizon the world stops singing for one second, all is silent in that one magical moment when the sun drenches the day in gold. The wind was silent as if it was awe struck and held its breath as this ball of light said good morning to the day.
It was in the instant of silence that, still moment of visual grandeur that I got my answer....there is so much of life to share...and that is the word, SHARE.
The negatives in life are so insignificant when put aside the beauty of life. In that moment of stillness this morning I never noticed that the neighbors shop is rather dilapidated, I just saw the beauty of the sunlight on the old windows and the light and shadows as they were being born of this new day. I can choose to look at the negative folk in that sort of light too. Choosing to see them in the best light of the day covered up with the golden hues of a better way.