How one can prefer society's noise
To solitude's tranquillity
Is more than I can comprehend,
I who would know Him better
Hear what He yearns to say.
How can such wondrous things,
Things that Jesus knew,
Open up heaven for us
While in a crowd of people;
People who talk when
They have nothing to say,
Who go on and on
And never know when to end?
It's indisputable --
Hearing our loving Father
And mindless garrulity
Are incompatible.
Give me a soulful quiet,
And possible a companion
(Or two or three of the
Furry and four-legged kind)
Who blend with blessed silence.
