If all is still
There is a whisper
Soft and gentle and powerful like the wind
His voice is still
He calls it small
But there is no small thing in His voice
When I am still there is still a rumbling
Movement beneath the attempts to let go
We reverberate with leftovers from our busyness
Yet, in moments, there is something else
I touch the peace and I can hear
The whisper
He breathes a gentle love song
He assures my soul I am treasured and held
He gives me words to share with others
It is from this anchored place
Inspired by His whisper
That I can move out in extended love to others
And return to seek Him
More of me seeking more of Him
Going out once more and returning like a tide of love
Whispering echoes of His still small voice into thirsty souls
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