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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