Notes About The Poem
While waking early one morning, hearing this poem in my spirit as though the Spirit within me was calling me to get up and write it... with gentle insistence. I could not ignore it and turn back over to sleep. I could not very well resist it. The words and rhyming rhythm, like a song flowing in my heart, was being given to me. “It’s yours if you want this; but you need to get up and write it,” God softly spoke to my heart.
My pen flowed on paper as if I already knew all the words. I was enraptured with every image being disclosed to me. After writing the very last note, my eyes closed in the calm of serenity that had engulfed me now, and I knew that all was said, that was to be said in my moments of silence, of this poem, In the Silence.
In the Silence
IN THE SILENCE
There is a longing in my being,
Someone nudging, also speaking, in the silence.
For ears truly listening, eyes that are watching,
beyond the acceptance of an unnatural botching,
Away from the laughing, pointing and gawking,
voices debating, the troublesome talking.
It is a power, a force that's present,
a love that's beyond a starry night's crescent.
The dictated emotions that keep us from hearing,
many hearts are failing for the worrisome fearing.
But be very still and you can capture,
and walk towards the calling, your name in the rapture,
There is a most wonderful, Omnipotent Being,
a Love everlasting, belief without seeing.
In the silence.
Within ocean waves crashing,
a continual washing, forever set in motion, in a perpetual fashion.
They see and they tremble with vague understanding,
at simply God's doing at His every commanding.
They turn up the volume of the blasphemous drama,
to the youth of our nation with demoralizing trauma.
But In the silence there is One crying,
to save a lost world from an eternity's dying.
Salvation free for all, for a blood that's still spilling,
for the passion of our Christ, a price paid at His willing.
There's a truth of discerning, solid, and stable,
of a grace that is present, willing and able.
In the bloom of a flower, a body of water that's glistening,
the cry of God's heart heard by those who are listening.
On top of the mountains, in the sprint of gazelles,
In the roars of the lion, the ring of church bells.
Across the great skyways, there's an artful distinction,
clouds filled with His tears, for the mankind extinction.
Listen, in the stillness, the longing connection,
the loving story of an eternal detection,
In the first beat of the heart, the first kick of an infant,
the last breath of a loved one, a life gone in an instant.
From the miraculous, the spectacular, amazing with thunder,
to the smallest unnoticeable miracle wonder,
Listen, I beseech you, and you will hear,
a love heard in heart, and not with the ear,
In the silence.
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