Some more poetic reflections

They But

They say the words,

But do they hear?

They do it all,

But do they know?

They take what’s given,

But do they receive?

They act it out,

But can they be?

 

Do you hear the small voice?

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or has the storm

drowned it out?

 

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or has the earthquake

long buried it?

 

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or has the fire

burnt it out of you?

 

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or is there no space

for quiet; in all you do?

 

In the still, the quiet, the fire, the earthquake, the storm,

hear the small voice as once you did.