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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #253 The Voice


We search endlessly

for what God has given freely

running ourselves ragged in the process.

We have forgotten that

Elijah couldn't hear God

till he stopped running

and listened to the quiet

that even Jesus walked

out into the quiet to speak to His Father.

How can we expect to hear

His voice in our troubles

when we haven't memorized how it sounds.

All day we pray, search, and reach

for God's presence

forgetting to sit still and listen

for His voice in the silence

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