The Great Debate

I was reminded of something missing this morning, I hadn’t heard the birds.  I was actually walking back into the house from our porch and after that sudden realization came a saddening one, I hadn’t heard them in a while.  Last night was the big debate, I didn’t watch because I don’t need that kind of event in my mind which so quickly passes it to my heart.  It’s not because it wasn’t loud enough; culture, technology, and media were in a rage over it.  We mostly choose who and what we listen to.  Popular culture isn’t hard to hear because the volume is always set on scream.  But there is Another Voice, stiller and smaller, which often comes from the mouths of birds, but one has to be quiet enough to hear and needful enough to listen.  Birds are singing and culture is screaming, the great debate? I have to decide who is worth listening to.