The Quiet Sound of The Heart That’s Been Knocking

The Quiet Sound of The Heart That’s Been Knocking

Peculiar, this tiny leaf stands out,
shaped much like a dove,
when I so desperately need Your help.
The perfume of nearby Privet
hangs heady in the air.
What’s my next step?
Where do I go from here?

Dear me and Dear reader,
May we both be most careful to consider
the symbolisms contained
within the reality of spiritual writing.
The play on words,
their lilt and measure,
embed powerful shields,
reveal The Greater Treasure.

How might One most earnestly speak
about the need for us all
to buckle up in our Seat?!
I, myself, an older model,
who at times ponders
the latest whistles and bells,
surround around cameras,
well positioned air bags,
and built-in sensors.

Wandering about in thoughts
of a more quiet ‘would’,
I nearly jump out of my skin
when my watch pipes out
with a very loud voice!
I can become easily inundated
in the act of reaching out.
When everything placed
in my cup has been poured out,
at times a large crow comes in
to gawk and perch,
and make loud clicks!

When I feel as if I’ve sacrifice much,
in a group setting the opposite
becomes much more obvious;
I’ve barely begun to sacrifice
the same way as Jesus did!

My prayer is that I,
and we all will come to see,
thru a lens of greater trust
and illuminated clarity;
much as in the first hours
of pre dawn to those of mid mourn,
when the sun’s bright grows
and a better vision becomes then born.

We hear you knocking, Lord;
so, please do,
and come right in!
You see our need,
when we don’t,
so please help,
in times like this!
You’re The Only Who
Who comes to chat
that really counts!
We deeply appreciate

You’ve dropped by
our humble house.

You delight to so instruct
because You love so very much!
We receive with wonder and awe
such marvelous gifts!
Time made more precious
because of where

our Intimacy now sits.