Listen
Where is there ever quiet?
If God’s voice was silent,
still, I would hear the praise
of the saints before the throne.
I pause to pray,
without words,
but with an open heart
and a mind that seeks nothing
but to listen.
A single bird
in a distant tree
offers a song for my soul.
The wind rustles through
the hay in the field,
bringing wildflowers to dance.
There are no voices to dispel the grace.
There’s simply my emptiness
waiting to be filled
with silence.
Where is there ever quiet?
The wind will never completely cease,
moving from one place to another,
praise will never languish
and a song
of one note,
sung from the branch
of an evergreen
will never be made silent.
copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr
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