Early morning sounds, eager
to be heard, float impatiently through
the house, waiting for sleep to
loosen her grip and the final
curtain to fall on dreams that
will puzzle in the waking.
The dog\'s raspy breathing,
muffled whirring from the
refrigerator, a rush of air as
the furnace joins the orchestra,
the house\'s snaps and pops
as it stretches in the
retreating darkness.
A sound symphony.
May my awaking open my
ears to all the sounds of life,
those that bless and those that
curse. May I be compassionately
conscious of sounds that rise from
human need, as I am gratefully
aware of melodies gifted by
beauty and joy.
And in my waking to life\'s sounds, may
I resolve to speak and act with
understanding and kindness
throughout the day.
May I become a sacred sound.