No time to listen to that still, small voice.
I double check rules,
Craft fireproof plans,
Push you out of the way,
And race toward my calling,
Afraid that you will get there first.
That's my calling.
The still, small voice has plenty of time,
And tries to tell me:
"Love one another."
6 comments:
I am thankful for the still small voice. Thanks for sharing.
I love what you did with the prompt. The most important messages sometimes DO come with a small voice, don't they?
beautiful, smiles.
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check it out, join today, you write charming poetry.
I so appreciate every comment. Thanks for visiting my blog, friends!
Another beautiful, thought provoking poem, Judith. I would be hard pressed to pick a favorite. I love them all. This one was especially well done.
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