If Today You Hear His Voice

Lord, in order to hear

Your voice, 

I must make myself

small.

I must still and silence the worries 

that have gone viral within 

and now choke my spirit and heart.

I must crouch low.

I must kneel.

I must embrace the earth.

I must be willing to

shut my eyes and wait.

I must find joy in the wait.

I must find joy in the preparation.

Only then can I hear

Your song.

Only then can I hear You

in the percussive beat

of the owl’s wings

as it flies low, searching

among the shadows for food.

Only then can I hear You

in the trumpeting call

of the limpkin, the sandhill crane,

demanding to be heard.

Only then can I hear You

in the morning dirge

of the mourning dove, cooing,

praying softly as the sun rises.

Only then can I hear You

in the sweet song of the cowbird

that rises and falls like water

racing over rocks in a stream.

Oh, Lord, that today

I might hear Your voice,

and in finding You, find life.

Amen.

Psalm 95:7

Proverbs 8:35