Listening

Picked up a sea shell on the beach, heard a sound far away.

Picked up the phone, listened for a voice, But it wasn’t Yours today.

Looked to the sky, listened to the wind

Wanting to hear Your voice again.

In a mother’s sigh, in a baby’s cry, in the falling rain… It’s not the same.

Let me hear You say my name.

And I’ll reply, “Lord, here am I…

I’m listening…”

–Delana S, July 2003

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3 thoughts on “Listening

  1. I believe that He does speak to us, but because of the turmoil and unease in our hearts we often mistake His voice for something else. Great poem !! Keep up the great work.

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