Listen to the Sound of Time

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Listen to the sound of time, as it leaves behind memories and fantasies of yesterdays, and faint glimpses of dreams and of tomorrows.

LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF TIME

By Al Garcia

Listen to the sound of time, as it leaves behind memories and fantasies of yesterdays, and faint glimpses of dreams and of tomorrows. 

Listen to the sound of time, as it reveals the innocence, the faults and the bewilderment of lost and roaming legions of humanity.  Listen to the silence of the blowing wind, as tired and defeated men hang from blemished trees in open fields, lifeless and alone, while watching silent men look at the slaughter of a soul with downcast eyes in shame. 

Listen to the sound of time, as blood is spilled on battlefields, with tortured wails of agony and exhaustion emanating from the souls of brother pitted against brother, the north against the south, with each moment drenching the ground in crimson and in tears. 

Listen to the sound of time, as it tells of ancient clashes and of struggles -- Indians slaughtered by advancing settlers, and legendry tales of massacres and slaughters, all endorsing and sanctioning the expanding boundaries of our emerging realm. 

Listen to the sound of time, as it conveys the picture of flags flying triumphantly above defeated grounds, with echoes of agony and heartache left in its wake, teaching us that no freedom or victory is just obtained or handed out without resistance or defiance.  In wars between the states, between families, between colors on waving flags, and even between beliefs, ideas and thoughts, we have fought, suffered and won freedom and victory from all, except ourselves, and the unrelenting guilt that time reveals.

Listen to the sound of time, as it amplifies the pride and compassion of the struggles and the voices now silenced by the ticking of the clock – of faces and voices that did not know where their struggle would lead, or what their suffering, their marching, or their protests would achieve.  The sound of each passing moment, thunderous and deafening.

Now listen to the sound of time, as the world is stilled by the challenge of nature’s power and arsenal of fear.  No boundaries to defend.  No enemies on blood-drenched battlefields.  No bombs exploding in the air.  No armies to confront or defeat.  No wars between the states, between families, between colors on waving flags, or even between beliefs, ideas or thoughts.  Yet a war.  A world war.  Like any other war before.  Casualties abound and the maimed and wounded all around. 

We must listen to the blowing wind and hear the sound of time, and become one with the flowing rhythm and wondrous sound that others may someday hear again.  We must take the time to listen, as those before us have, and join the melting pot of our humanity to make this episode unique to this one point in time. 

We are a tapestry made by of the grieving world that surrounds us.  Each nation embedding its own legacies of conquests and defeats, in battles and in human hearts, into the weave of our shared human existence.  It is our destiny to unfasten the shackles, the chains and the yokes that bind and burden our hearts and minds, and listen to the sound of time, as it reveals the silence that frightens and startles the sense and sensibilities of the world at war and our human need to bond, to touch, and to live beyond the walls that have isolated and separated us for far too long.

Listen to the sound of time, and hear the sweetness of its melody.  Listen to the song it sings of dreams not yet fulfilled, of tasks not yet accomplished, and of boundaries not yet reached or surpassed. 

Listen.  And you will hear the sound of time in the silence of each day that passes by.  The welcomed echoes of our lives now stilled by the ticking of the clock.  Waiting, praying, hoping for the silent and unseen enemy to dissipate and fade away,

Listen to the sound of time, as it leaves behind memories and fantasies of yesterdays, some good, some bad, and some too painful to recite.  Listen to the sound of time as it exposes faint glimpses of dreams and of tomorrows yet to come.

I want to listen to the sound of time, and hear again the shouts, the cries, the laughter and the elation that each ticking moment brought.  I want to feel again, the rush of the scamper and the scuttle of passing lives that touched my life and made my days complete, and the world a place of promise and of hope. 

In the silence and the solitude of the days that have come and gone, I miss the sound of time that used be.  Listen to the sound of time, and you too may agree. 


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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