SPEAK WE’RE LISTENING

The Quiet Silence
Have we forgotten the intimate, eternal conversation
Between Creator and Creation

By His breath
the infinite and infinitesimal, all became
by His Word, all held together

BUT we can hardly hear
we can hardly hear Him

It’s the violence of sound
the earth rattling beneath our feet
the break-neck speed of things
brutalising the senses
The great designers’ work
re-arranged into a speck, to make something – anything

Has desensitisation become our only defence
against the everything that elbows for our attention?

So we anaesthetise the senses
to stop seeing
hearing
and feeling it all
because we just can’t
see
hear
and feel it all

But we are drawn
drawn by a Whisper
So that we might HEAR
and re-tune the senses
as HE waits
waits
waits for our response:

Speak – I’m listening
Speak – we’re listening