Voice

A poem/spoken word on the voice that I can breathe in

Voice

Like thunder

Clap in the sky

Rain like torrents

In quiet you sigh

Sweetly

But more

Than sweet nothings

Whispers

I hear

Songs

Became

Poetry

And poetry as

Prophesy

Prophesy as in

Clarity

Clarity in messages

Confirmed by Jesus

—That's you!

Yesteryear's fire,

In a bush

As a pillar

As an offering’s receipt

Even your nonverbal communication

Was as visible as a daddy's smile

Or a father's frustrated scowl

You I loved

And of you I feared,

Until your acceptance of me

Became eternally clear

Now it is of you and from you

I hope to hear

Don't ration

Your voice

How can I

Amplify

Your voice

Be your voice

Speak your voice

Let me be your communication

Your words of truth

The words of life

Loudly

Or softly

Or expressions:

I just seek to hear

I wait in listening

Don't stay silent

When I start to doubt

Hear me quietly

Breathing

Like a mouse

But without the scurrying

Or striving—no, no

Rather, I kneel still to listen

I inhale you in and exhale you out

The strength for today

The life in my lungs

Your word I keep close

Dear, to me

In my heart

It's where I find you

And I come alive

And I fell at his feet to worship him. But he said to me, “See that you do not do that! I am your fellow servant, and of your brethren who have the testimony of Jesus. Worship God! For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.” Revelations 19:10