The sound of heaven touching earth is silence.
For silence is the absence of interruption.
And in heaven there is continual praise. A constant, perpetual, ceaseless, indescribable continuation of everything good. There is no interruption of absolute goodness. No interruption of peace or prayer, no interruption of joy or love.
In heaven, then, the eternal roar may perhaps be so inadequately described as an incomprehensible silence—a silence that blissfully deafens.
Deafens us to any pain or fear.
Deafens us to even the thought, the idea, or the conception that there could be any pain or fear.
So then when heaven touches earth, does not that same awesome eternal silence also reign here too, as it does in heaven?
(image: Louis Cretey, “The Vision of Saint Bruno”, late 17th century)