Just a short little poem I wrote, inspired by a sermon that an old youth minister gave......
As always, criticism is welcumd!
It is quiet here.
For I am alone.
No one is around.
It makes no sense,
but for some reason,
Silence
is deafening.
It's the loudest noise
of all.
It speaks to me.
It tells me
to listen.
I'm always listening
to noise;
always expecting
Him to answer my prayers
through sound.
But I fail
to listen
to silence.
So I close my eyes,
and I listen.
And he speaks to me.
For it is quiet here.
