Being Quiet

About listening to still small voices.

It's hard letting go of these thoughts in my head that just don't seem to quit. 

Processing made weary.

Pondering growth, laundry and the secret ingredients in this recipe called life.

Deliberation, speculation meditation of the musings

 

Where is that quiet harbor called Cape Escape?

When is this festival of frenzy going to settle for the night?

Light too bright for rest.

 

Who do I see in the midst of the melancholy?

Is it You?  Is it Me?

Could it be that 'This too shall pass'?

 

I let go of the misgivings taken from the Spirit's urges

And open myself to the small quiet Voice's impassioned sway.

Today's promise turned to whisper's goodnight.

As I soar to new heights on wings of sorrow's prize.

 

Listening to the glistens, the reasons I see.

And hear the endearing reassurances.

Being alone and allowing the quiet in my head

To scream its subtle yearnings in my dreams

 

Not quite knowing who's who in this game

I'll call it Spirit, Love, Power from above.

Faith, the assurance of things hoped for

Don't know the whole score

But willing to give it  a piece of my heart

At least its a start.

Author's Note

Image Credit: www.carolsutton.net/breda/Voice%238.jpg

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

Hi Drew,

I know I must seem like a voice from the past but I have not forgotten you. Just way behind in beginning to catch up with friends. This was a wonderful write just as everything I have had the privlege to read. I hope you have been well.

Hugs
Lesa

[Ravenskald]

Nice work drew :)
good to see you about again as well
updates will be in the new year :)

R

[TL Boehm]

amen. the first few lines just pulled me in....I love the message in this...but the mechanics are wonderful too... the alliteration. the imagery - all stellar.