Easter was last week. It is often called The Great Pause. It was a screeching
halt to what the disciples thought was to be the Kingdom of God on Earth. Imagine the looks of fear and confusion,
the sadness and despair. Now to be honest, they hadn’t been listening properly, but
still, the silence must have been deafening. Even though the disciples wouldn’t
have chosen it this way, I think it was necessary to give them time to process
what Jesus really said. They had time to search the scriptures, to review His
words in their minds. Soon they would be fully convinced and literally turn the
world upside-down.
Be thankful for pauses. They give us time to reflect and
enjoy life. Expected or unexpected, they are part of life’s rhythm. Just like
in music, pauses can magnify the notes or events that follow. Without them, it
would be a solid droning sound.
“The pause is as
important as the note” — Truman Fische
"The
Breath Between: A Poem on the Power of Pause"
I pause, I breathe, I come to rest,
A moment to reflect on what is best,
To gather my thoughts, to find my way,
Before I venture forth into the fray.
I signal the end, the finality,
Of a thought, a sentence, a reality,
I give it weight, I make it clear,
That this is it, the end is here.
I bring closure to the words we speak,
I give them shape, I make them complete,
I am the punctuation mark of pause,
The moment of silence, the gentle
applause.
I'm a moment of calm, a moment of peace,
A chance to reflect, to ponder, to seize,
I help you to breathe, to take a break,
To find your center, to be awake.
So embrace me, use me, let me be,
The punctuation mark of your destiny,
For I am more than just a simple dot,
I am the full stop, the final thought.
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