Friday, December 16, 2016

Time to Disturb the Sound of Silence

"And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence."
The vision is planted within their brains and they cannot escape it unless they are shown the way out. The sights, sounds and scents of war stay with them even though they may be shoveling snow, driving a truck, walking the dog or simply watching TV. It is time for us to end the sound of suffering in outward silence while they are linger in hellish longing for peace.

They can have peace on earth within their own soul if we help them to see all that was good within them even in war. The times they shed a tear, said a prayer, reached their arm around a buddy because he needed it. The time they cried for a child they saw or stood in silence as a flag was placed over the body of someone they served with.

Help them to see that all they endured was due to their tremendous ability to love enough to be willing to die for each other. Help them to know that last, lingering image trapped in their mind was not all their was. That the fact they grieve came from their tremendous ability to love that deeply.


Time for all of us to stop talking about what we think we may know about what they are going through and start listening to what they have to say. Disturb the silence and help them hear why you think they are worthy to heal.
(originally by Simon and Garfunkel)

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "You do not know:
Silence, like a cancer, grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."

But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And the words that it was forming

And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whispered in the sound of silence
Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence [Official Music Video]