My friend Jason is hosting "Warrior Poet Circle" today. The theme is "Voice of God." It seems strange to be to join, like I'm hoarding in on a party I don't belong at, since I feel like neither a warrior or a poet. Yet we are are told to dress ourselves as warriors and be prepared, and I can't remember when I didn't love reading poetry (at least if you count Nursery Rhymes). I was in second grade the first time I tried to write a poem. It was awful! My teacher liked it though. Having been a second grade teacher myself, I know why she liked it. She liked it because she liked me.
So anyway, here we are with a short poem.
Softly whispered comfort as I try to hang on to things that slip away.
Gentle commands to guide me through the labyrinths in which I find myself trapped.
Silent lullabies sung to my weary soul.
Is that really Him?
Wouldn't the voice Inifinity boom?
No. Not when speaking to one He calls "Daughter."