With Me
Always.
Windswept walk, and I am solitary. Even so, you murmur love in my ear.
Yet with the wind, your small voice so easily is carried away like dust.
Can I lean in and listen for you, Lord? I am distracted by the maelstrom. I hear you in broken pieces.
Your small voice points the way to shelter where I can sit out the storm. I would never have known if this spot if I had not listened to you, for that quick moment.
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Here at rest, do I think to listen more? Or am I now distracted by relief?
You are with me always, Lord, let me listen always.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I feel you yet nearer?
Reading:
“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” — Simone Weil
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“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is.” — Frederick Buechner
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“And after the fire a still small voice.” — 1 Kings 19:12 (KJV)
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