The Voice of My Heart
In the middle, a calm steady breeze and we inhale the obvious freshness
In the sky, our sun hides its face and clouds swell and spy on canopies
The first round bulb of a drop of the rain and we bubble with joy
Then the sky rumbles and shakes and sprinkles a little or more
We run from window to window to watch the staging beauty
Soon the wind is stranger and we run to close the windows
Now we only listen and hear so sweet the sound of nature
Then some thunder sneezes once and the lights go off
So we wait in darkness where we wonder and wander
Then a storm like never and we cling on dark things
The rivers boil and burst and torrents rush our way
Boulders and logs crash at the door and slap us
God, we scream and float in the chaos and Call
It is here we hear God in a voice and we calm
Like a sonorous edict over a mount of Olives
Now the mess swims away with the water
In the gentle silence God speaks again
“Hey child” says He. “Anything else?”
My heart beats hard that I awake
By the knock in my chest
I stare at the window
THIS IS NOT MY CUP
No Wind
No storm
No rain
No mess
- But -
Not God
Not God
Not God
I unfold myself from my bed
Sink these knees to the floor
Dear God of Heaven and Earth
This thing I dreamed all night
Bespeaks your light and might
Let Peace be Still, Peace be Still
Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
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Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2020
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