Monday, June 20, 2011

His Voice

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."


Anonymous said...

I hate to disagree with you, but I think you're both a warrior and a poet. This is great! No, I'm not just saying that because I like you (though I do). I like the intimacy of the poem, both the way you say it and how you relayed it. Thank you, Helen.

katdish said...

Beautiful, Helen.

Glynn said...

What Jason said. And what Katdish said. We all long to hear those soft words and whispers.