After the storm

Luke 2:13-14

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest heaven,

and on earth peace among those whom he favors!”

After the storm

there's an eerie stillness

when every sound is magnified

And if we stop just for a moment

we will hear sounds 

that we haven't heard in a while

Not because they weren't there

But because we didn't pause to listen

Like bells on the still night air

And the song of angels

And children's voices

arguing to make sense of it all

It's like the ferocity of the storm

clears the way

for the gentle sounds 

too fragile to be heard

in the normal daily rush

But waiting to be discovered

when we take time

to listen.

And once we've heard them 

They remain

bringing depth to our hearing

bringing awareness

of another world.

A world that is ours to inhabit.

Filled with the mysteries of God.