I hear you speak. In a crowded jeep or street. You tell me things, in my Secret Place, As if we are face to face. I sense you, In the Stillness of time. You make me feel emotions, While reading between the lines. I see you in a crowded street. You are the Lame and Weak. You are the Angry and the Hurt. They are your Glory unrefined. But I am saddened, for the ones called turn a deaf ear, the ones with seeing eyes turn blind. and those who could speak become dumb. Why do they refuse? To hear the unrelenting Call. Why do they turn away? to let your Way. I am hurt. not for me but for you. Outstretched, you gave your life. arms wide opened, You let them in. But they let themselves out. "I love you" You keep on telling me. "My feelings for you is much to strong." You keep reminding me. God, Father. Jesus, My Friend and Lover. Why can't they see it? Why can't they feel it? Why can't they hear it? Send me Lord to the Hurting. Your Comfort be their Comfort. Send ...
Psalms 45:1 Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet. Write Things at the Write Time. I Read and Write Stories. Reading and Writing For A Living and Living for Reading and Writing. Books, Movies, Music and Anything Under the Moon and Sun. My Prayers, Prose and Poetry