Friday Fiction "Whispers"

Today is FRIDAY FICTION! Go to Sharilyn's Dancin' On Rainbows for more great stories!

This is not really considered FICTION, but I found a poem that I had forgotten that I had written. I hope it gives you peace at it did to me again.


I could not hear
His voice in the hurried
Rush of the day.

With frets and fear
Pushing to the front of
The wild fray.

Buzzers and gears
Clanging, honking, roaring
In frenzied array.

I could not hear
His voice in the hurried
Rush of the day

When moonlight clear-
Ly bathes the world with calm
Soothing sweet saches,

Gentle woodland deer
Feed in quiet pastures
Near their Shepherd stay.

I could now hear
His whispers in the quiet
Hush of the day.



Teresa Lee Rainey . . . said...

I've certainly had those days - when I was so caught up that I failed to hear His voice.

I really enjoyed the calmness of the ending of your poem.

Dee Yoder said...

It is always a special joy to be able to hear His voice, and if we can hear Him in the midst of our chaotic days, so much the better!

Sharlyn Guthrie said...

Your poem reminds me that God's voice is the still small voice. We often need to be quiet to hear him. Beautiful!

LauraLee Shaw said...

When do I not need this message whispered in my ear? Never. Thank you for this beautiful, well-written reminder.


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