In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

155 A Generous Welcome The snow is falling through eternity’s quiet where everything lives within. And now mid-morning the sunlight falls across the hemlocks, it too lying within the ubiquity of quiet, a quiet arriving from the silence that was here before Alpha and will be here after Omega. This morning when the turkeys, twelve of them, tumbled in their tumultuous flutter down from roosting in the dark where they sleep one hundred feet up in the empty-leaved maples, the snow shook down on the quiet of the cat, and she rushed through the brush to the back door where she waited for me. The quiet, of course, was everywhere. The turkeys nodded their stable way up the hill, following the inevitable trail that has become their day, seeming to trust the path will bring them to seeds and corn, lost fruit. The light glistened along the sheen of their backs bringing gold and green out from what against the drifts seemed only a study in black. Sound does come, even in the hush of the turkeys’ enormous feet imprinting the snowfall, even in the small fall of flake upon flake. Quiet can turn to silence. ...

Share