Resonance
In a world full of voices,
you choose silence,
The emptying out
that gives your own voice
resonance.
About this poem
I am an introvert. Solitude strengthens me.
The picture was taken in nearby Hartford, NY.
Tom
Poem: Resonance
Quarry House
The poetry, photographs and thoughts of Tom Atkins
Quarry House 
Well spoken, Pastor Tom. I often find my solitude in my wood shop, where the “silence” of the machines and the aroma and beauty of a hardwood brings life into perspective. Thanks for a calming photo and a reminder of the importance of quiet moments in our simple life story.
Blessings, Steve.