silence

silence may quite possibly be the most revealing music of all. the transient music that sways through the streets of cities, between the throngs of people, and into the headphones of a child, deafening the whole atmosphere with a blanket of comfort, or perhaps simply with another's respite. and we are at peace, without a care in our mind but solely the beat to the melody, the lyrics to the song, but the authenticity of the white noise of a standing speaker engenders the bare, naked truth.

peace? for some, possibly, but not for others. the torrential flood of worries, temptations, sins, regrets, pride, jealousy will recompose within.

so what is praise to me?

it's temporarily forgetting about who you are and what you've done, to simply praise Him. it's the ephemeral taste of heaven.

but maybe more importantly, it's the realization when the music delicately evanesces, how we still have those "little weights on [our] feet," weights that we were born with that have amassed greater size within the passing time. it's the realization that we are still here, on earth, where that ethereal ambiance is short-lived. it's the realization that there is something we thirst for that this world cannot provide for us.

but let's not forget the refrain. shall we?