Silence, oh silence,
you make us see when our eyes are closed
you make us hear with our inner ears
you make us feel with our heart.
and no, this is not hallucination
this is pure imagination.
Isn't imagination the greatest gift
A gift of our Creator to our soul
A gift to our mind
A gift to our heart.
Let us
see more with our inner eye,
hear more with our inner ear
feel more with heartfelt heart
The preciousness of our inner life
A small prayer, a big inspiration
A small silence, a huge imagination
A small kindness, a big love
A small act, a lovely peace of mind
An adventure for our soul
Today;s reflection was inspired by this amazing song
you make us see when our eyes are closed
you make us hear with our inner ears
you make us feel with our heart.
and no, this is not hallucination
this is pure imagination.
Isn't imagination the greatest gift
A gift of our Creator to our soul
A gift to our mind
A gift to our heart.
Let us
see more with our inner eye,
hear more with our inner ear
feel more with heartfelt heart
The preciousness of our inner life
A small prayer, a big inspiration
A small silence, a huge imagination
A small kindness, a big love
A small act, a lovely peace of mind
An adventure for our soul
Today;s reflection was inspired by this amazing song
Abou Ben Adhem
ReplyDeleteAwoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold,
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said:
"What writest thou?" - the vision raised its head,
And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel, - Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night,
It came again, with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!
- written by Leigh Hunt while he was a poverty stricken prisoner in an English prison.
Indeed, the power of imagination is more important than knowledge :)