Why Do You Whisper?
A friend of mine, Jerry Lane, wrote this poem. It hits me square in the eyes…
Why Do You Whisper?
October 21, 2005
Lord, speak to me.
Just don’t whisper.
It’s loud down here.
The phones are ringing.
The TV is blaring.
People are talking.
Traffic is noisy.
Children are playing.
The dishwasher is running.
The alarm goes off.
I’m tired and I snooze it.
I jump in the shower.
I grab a bagel.
I rush out the door.
I’m on my cell in the car.
The office is busy and loud.
Lord, speak to me.
Just don’t whisper.
It’s loud here.
Lunchtime is with co-workers.
Sorry I laughed at that joke.
Sorry for misusing work time.
It’s time to go home.
Rush hour again.
I’m talking on the phone again.
Sorry I cut someone off in traffic.
Sorry I lost my temper and yelled.
Even worse, I used sign language.
I’m on hold.
Speak to me, Lord.
Just don’t whisper.
Now, I’m home.
Activity is non-stop.
TV when it’s not.
Lord, why do You whisper?
I want to know Your will.
But, I can’t hear it.
Oh, I remember You speak in a still small voice.
But, it’s loud down here.
Or, am I just not listening?
Am I quiet long enough to hear?
Do I spend time alone with You?
Would I recognize Your voice?
Lord, whisper to me.
I’m listening.
2004 © Jerry D Lane, All Rights Reserved
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