God listens to me
when I’m happy,
when I’m sad,
when I’m alone,
when I’m desperate,
when I’m yelling,
when I’m crying,
when I’m joking,
when I’m complaining,
when I babble in moans and groans that word can’t express,
when I am running,
when I fail,
when I cheat,
when I lie,
when I love,
when mock,
when I am hungry,
God listens
Do I listen when God speaks?
Do I listen
in the rain,
in new beginnings,
in the heat,
in the morning,
in the evening,
in my dark hours,
in tragedy,
in birth,
in happiness,
in the hustle & bustle,
in exhaustion,
in pain,
in death,
in the stillness of dawn,
in slow times,
in chaos,
in the traffic,
in the silence.
God speaks
Am I speaking,
when I should be listening?
Am I silent
when I should be speaking?
God listens and God speaks.
April 9, 2009
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7 comments:
God is always there within us...
a man, his fiddle, and crows
I like the theme.
Great poem of introspection on Good Friday.
Thanks for the comments. I started this poem earlier in the week and finished it last night. I was not event remembering that it would be Good Friday when it was posted.
I LIKE this! And that is the age old question we all ask ourselves. I sometimes wonder if the answer is in the question itself LOL.
http://lori102870.blogspot.com/2009/04/stitch-in-timenapowrimo-10by-me.html
Most appropriate for Good Friday. I remember suddenly realising that God listens to the flow of language that goes through my mind during my waking hours. I sometimes need to stop it so that I can hear Him.
I think this could be considered a "found" poem. ;)
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