I felt the hand of God
On my child’s heart
He took away my fear at night
When I had prayed to start.
I heard the whisper of God
It told me to look up
And I was so exhausted then
My soul an empty cup.
I heard the voice of God
It told me to wrestle hard
From front to back in His own book
With the evil I had sparred.
I fear the shout of God
Though I can’t see the way
And it’s hard to hear in this wild storm
And I can’t find my way.
But who am I to know,
Anything of Him?
And why would He my broken form,
Choose to enter in?
But now I know the silence speaks
And I am just a fool to turn
And if my fears are not made flesh
My soul the silence it will burn.
A Soul's Walk 
Notice how easy it was to be with God when you were “feeling”, not fearing or straining to “hear”? Thanks be to God, you returned to allowing your soul to burn with love for Him, melting away all the foolish fears, indeed. Beautiful, beautiful poem–and how it blessed me today. If you read my own posts today at http://granbee.wordpress.com, you will see why! Let me know, okay?
You have made me think about my own poem a lot more than I had even when I wrote it. I love thought provoking words (well, sometimes… but you know what I mean, I’m sure). I’m not sure what I think yet, but you have me thinking.
This is exquisitely beautiful, moves my soul & warms me–I am very thankful you wrote it!
I am glad something I wrote could do something like that. That warms my heart.