Thursday, November 28, 2019

Soundings

I have no sounding board
but my soul, God's silence,
the limitations of my mind,
the borderlessness of heart
to seek my counsel in.

I would it was otherwise.

Much is learned in stillness
and silence and solitude --
some to reality embraced,
some I'd rather not
                              but can't refuse.

There are no deflections
of time and space.  I have learned
the beauty and fearfulness
of saying, "I am that I am."

And almost understand God's
                                             preference for silence.

-Byron Hoot

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