A man needs the silence to turn to his soul
and listen to sounds of the birds.
His goal is to find he is part of the Whole,
that speaks in a voice without words.
Oh man, if you would only listen,
there is a language in the trees.
And when you see the dewdrops glisten,
You hear the whisper of the breeze.
There is a language in the flowers
and in the wavelets of a stream.
The clouds are talking in their showers.
They speak to you as in a dream.
The leaves are having conversation.
The stars are calling in the night.
It’s all a sweet communication,
just like swallows in their flight.
Oh man, if you would only listen,
you’d hear the Language of the Light.
Nellie Snyders, August 1992