Every once in awhile, when I quiet my busy long enough to feel – life finds another way to bring me back. Sometimes it’s in the unexpected shift in the clouds that reveals an iridescent promise. Sometimes it’s the smile you didn’t see coming from the person who never does. And sometimes, it’s the words you didn’t know you needed to hear until you heard them. Lately there’s a song that I’ve been loving called “Testify” by the band Needtobreathe. Although all of the lyrics speak to me, there is one line … isn’t there always … that draws me in and holds me.
“Mist on the mountain, rising from the ground – there’s no denying beauty makes a sound.”
Doesn’t it just make you breathe slower? Close your eyes? And hear it?
What does beauty sound like to you?
I’m not sure I ever thought about it before, but now that I have, I often find myself wondering at what beauty sounds like, and little by little, my list grows.
Beauty sounds like the recession of a wave, pulling back the might of a swell.
Beauty sounds like the contented breathing of love sleeping evenly beside you.
Beauty sounds like the rustle of leaves … the hint of change swirling underfoot.
Beauty sounds like the quiet voice urging you one more time, to carry on.
Beauty sounds like a chance.
Beauty sounds like a choice.
Beauty sounds like a prayer, offered up without anything but remaining hope.
What do you hear? I’d love to know what beauty sounds like to you dear ones. Let’s make our own picturesque song.