Silent Night

Summer is fading, and the crisp, pre-winter bite of fall is in the air. It seems like time and time again I have thought to write in the journal, only to find myself doing a hundred other things, with no time left for anything but to fall into bed and sleep until another day. But today, I saw the journal- so dusty and neglected it looked, as if no one had touched or even thought of it for many long days, and I knew that it time, more than past-time to trace a few lines, lest these weeks and days go by entirely unrecorded and their memories slip away never to be recorded.

Yet, I sit here, in a window seat, looking out at the silent landscape of our manor., holding the journal in my hand and picking up and putting down my pen, in a vain attempt to find the right words to capture all the little things, the beauties, the joys, the tears, and the changes of the past weeks and to put them down here in these pages seems hard to do.  There are some things that words, even as wonderful and treasured as they can be, cannot do justice to. There are some things in life that words could never portray, moments that cannot be written, only remembered.

The past days have been filled with many moments such as these, and my heart over flows, yet I cannot write them just yet, for over all the sad farewells, over all the moments of uncertainty, the nights of loneliness, the glimpses of beauty, and the ocean of joy that has been life of late, the words of a song seem to flood, and so I will lay aside the journal for a little longer, and savor the moonlight, the quiet, and remember…

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
In that moment,I know why I’m alive