Julle is almal oud genoeg om te weet van Simon & Garfunkel. Een van hul treffers is die profetiese woorde van Sound of silence. Al die gepraat oor stilte nou die aand en die gebrek daaraan het my mooi laat dink oor die volgende Formatio-geleentheid op 22 Augustus. My hoop sal wees om die aand 'n bietjie meer van 'n liturgiese ervaring te wil maak en ek het vrymoedigheid om Fourie (die aanbieder en goeie vriend) hierin te begelei. Julle is welkom om julle idees met my te deel oor jul ervaring. My gevoel is dat daar te min inoefen op die aand self gebeur en dalk te veel lesing gegee word. Ek sal dus poog vir 'n gesonder ballans. Onthou dus om die datum op te teken en onthou ons gaan die grootste deel van die aand by die Kapel bymekaar wees.
Jy ken die melodie dalk so goed dat jy dit spontaan kan saamsing, maar hiermee die lirieke van Sound of silence. Dalk kan jy hieroor mediteer/reflekteer.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
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