The Still, Small Voice

The Still, Small Voice

 

Through the clutter and mire

Does the spirit tire.

Senses go haywire

In life’s fire.

 

An anchor in a boisterous sea,

A vessel of hope and peace.

A gentle whisper to calm the void,

The still, small voice.

 

Seeking something more

Than what a feeble world has stored.

Needing a force to lend,

Stronger than the wind.

 

In a world where tragedy

Seems to endlessly meet,

He is our consuming joy,

The still, small voice.

 

Though mountains tumble

And foundations crumble….

Though all is chaos, and our world shakes,

We can be still through every quake.

 

Just close your eyes,

And listen deep inside.

Let your heart rejoice

In the still, small voice.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Melinda.Just close your eyes,
"And listen deep inside.
Let your heart rejoice
In the still, small voice. "
If we listen and open our eyes. God gifts and kindness is always with us. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading and leaving a note for me. God bless

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Melinda.

[Joanna Matilda Barlow]

I think that it said all that needed to be told in the poem. I enjoyed it.

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading. God bless.

[wordman]

i think the last stanza say`s it all

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading. God bless.