Silence speaks.

Silence speaks.

On a barren wintery hike, the sound of water is pleasing.

I traverse through leaves and dead branches.

A dancing, cascading, the youthful waterfall appears

With mesmerizing heavenly beauty of its icy chandeliers

I become mindless, speechless 

What did I do to deserve this? 

Why is God showering His boundless grace on me, with all my shortcomings?

Am I the luckiest man alive?

Silence does not answer. 

But soon it does, with uncontrollable joyful tears

Who says silence doesn’t speak?