Have you ever stopped and listened?
To the clanking silverware, to the cicada choir, to the hum of a dozen engines at an intersection, to the rumble of tires on the pavement, to the buzz of a dying street light, to the nibbling squirrel, to the panting dog, to the kettle’s cry, to the gurgling drain?
Have you ever walked slowly like you have nowhere to go, like your meeting can wait, like your to-do list is not holding you captive, like the world is your heaven and all is to be breathed in? Or perhaps through the grocery store like monotony is your beach?
Just to listen? Just to listen to the song that God sings?
By Stephen Copeland
This story was first published on copelandwrites.com.