...and I have missed
the beauty of tender,
small and hidden things
...and for this missing
my heart cries out
drowned in busy activity
...and often I forget
to listen and to hear
the whispers of my soul
...and miss the quiet
passions conversations
with most gracious God

09/28/2004

Author's Note: a poem about listening

Posted on 09/28/2004
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