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Silence of the Heart

No tickets needed for the Creator’s Daily Morning Orchestra



No tickets needed for the Creator’s Daily Morning Orchestra, Silence of the Heart
The best part of anyone’s day is between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. if they are blessed enough to be able to step outside to see the dawn of a new day just as it happens.
Here in the northeast, on mornings like the one today, you can still see the silvery orb of the moon floating in and out of wispy clouds, and a few stars. Without having to strain an ear, you can hear the wind rustling the leaves of trees, and within only moments if outside at the right time, God’s daily morning orchestra, the real Twitter: the spine tingling birdsong that announces the beginning of each and every day. In unison, the birds, like the angels of another realm so many long to someday see, join together in song to praise another dawn. While out on the deck, looking skyward, one never hears the earthbound cacophony that comes from Senator Harry Reid’s droning on in an all-too-familiar pipsqueak voice; Hillary Clinton’s piercing cries that it’s time for a woman to take over the U.S. presidency or even Nancy Pelosi’s arrogant orders to Catholic bishops. Out on the deck, neither Al Gore nor the ravening mainstream media are needed to predict the day’s coming weather or to sound incessant sky-is-falling global warming/climate change alarms. Because I’ve first had those precious few moments out on the deck, I will perhaps giggle rather than groan when later reading Daily Mail headlines like, ‘Would you dare to tell your wife she is FAT?’, or that Letizia, wife of Spain’s incoming King Felipe has become the world’s “most glamorous monarch”.

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With all that is going on in the country next door, the one there would be no Free World without, recalling memories of early morning deck visits will be needed just to get me through the day. Of course certain others come into my thoughts during deck time, an elderly lady who literally crawls onto her deck during daylight hours to take photographs, which she later has framed for friends. None of the pictures that won her acclaim as a renowned professional photographer in younger years are as important as the ones she takes now, because in her mid-80s, she is most frighteningly going blind. She never knows which picture she takes from her deck will be her last one. Never far away from my thoughts and prayers is Missionary Preacher, Fr. Paul Nicholson, an incardinated priest of the Diocese of London, Ont., for it was Father Paul from whom I heard first about the ‘Silence of the Heart’ in a homily I will remember the rest of my days. Glimpses skyward early mornings may get me through the coming day, but only knowledge of the Silence of the Heart pacifies seemingly endless nights of doubts, anxiety and worry. It was the beloved Mother Theresa who once said, "In the silence of the heart God speaks. If you face God in prayer and silence, God will speak to you. Then you will know that you are nothing.  It is only when you realize your nothingness, your emptiness, that God can fill you with Himself. Souls of prayer are souls of great silence." Each day is a gift from God that can be both seen and heard if you don’t allow the talking heads and the worse-than-ever politicians who steal your time and attention, to rob you of your peace of mind.


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Judi McLeod -- Bio and Archives -- Judi McLeod, Founder, Owner and Editor of Canada Free Press, is an award-winning journalist with more than 30 years’ experience in the print and online media. A former Toronto Sun columnist, she also worked for the Kingston Whig Standard. Her work has appeared throughout the ‘Net, including on Rush Limbaugh and Fox News.

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