L Milton Hankins Poet Quatrain

Silent Voices of God

Like calm breezes sweep through the trees,
The silent voices of God caress our souls
Sometimes with a rustle that startles us
Reminding us again who is at the controls.

When least we expect a jolt of awareness
Comes into our minds, a sense of presence,
Reminding of a force greater than ourselves
Renewing understanding of divine essence.

When those moments come, we reflect
Facing the reality of our certain immortalities
And, vowing to make the most of our time,
We begin to set aside our vain banalities.

written March 1, 2022

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Tom Cunningham March 1, 2022 at 11:00 AM Those moments when we are alone, we reflect and realise we are but a tiny speck in the big scheme of things. Tom L Milton Hankins March 1, 2022 at 11:54 AM Yep, so true, Tom. When I meditated on the photo of the earth from space, it considerably altered my way of thinking spiritually. We are smaller than amoeba in relation to the universe.