We speak.
Towards strengths.
What we think.
Not what we feel.
Feelings are ours.
Our experience.
Not generally to be shared.
To learn, what set the hook?
We ponder less.
We consume more.
Trash in trash out.
What do we listen to?
Only in the silence.
In the cave was Elijah’s answer.
The still small voice of God.
How many stopped listening?
In self-importance to bathe an ego.
We falter and fail eventually.
Trusting the altar of man.
Into the dust we return.
For the followers of faith.
Love is common like air.
A natural state of being.
Listening in the silence.
Returning to Bliss.
So easy and so hard.
Close your ears to chaos.
Turn to the quiet.
God’s voice can be heard.
In the silence away from cacophony.
In beauty, in rain, stream and waves.
Listen for the voice; always whispering…
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