Walking through the
world I realize
that I am not alone.
Wherever I look
there are reminders facing me
Voices that reach me
from every direction.
Shouting at me,
Telling me what I
should do
What I should be
How I should live
What my concerns
should be.
Sometimes all those
connections make me feel so alone,
Like no one will
listen,
No one will care.
Does it matter?
Does it really
matter what I think,
What I want?
But still.. still
the voices shout.
Saying
Feed me
Read to me
Walk with me
Help me
Sometimes,
occasionally they don’t shout and boss me so.
Sometimes, just
sometimes they reach out and touch me
Talking to me of the
things that touch my heart.
Teaching me more
about the Lord I serve.
Reaching out to
remind me the importance of family.
The necessity of
friends.
And as they shout
and as they remind.
The words they use
hurt,
The words they use
heal.
And through it all
Somehow I find my
heart.
My heart to reach
out to others.
To strive to touch
the world around me
With truth and
light.
With grace and
honesty.
I so want others to
see what I see.
The beauty of the
Lord’s word.
To see it and to be
touched by it.
To know that they
too can understand it
Without needing a
huge study bible
or a bunch of
commentaries.
To know the word of
the Lord and be changed by it.
I so want others to
see what I see.
The beauty in
reading books.
To learn from them.
To see the potential
of the authors truths
Spoken in their
lives personally.
I so want others to
see what I see.
To reach
understanding by knowing the minds of others.
To see that if you
know how people think
You can maybe, just
maybe open a door
To God’s voice
speaking into their hearts.
I so want others to
see what I see.
The beauty in a
sunset.
In the smile of a
boy child.
In the hug of a
husband.
The fun of a garden.
The delight in
caring well for animals.
I so want others to
see what I see.
To be changed.
To have that
connection to something more
Something bigger
than themselves.
That connection to
the world of others.
That connection to
the words of kindness spoken.
That connection to
instruction found
In God’s word
In books and CD’s
and words sung.
Find those
connections, I so want others to see.
Do I succeed?
I don’t know.
The voices, the
faces of those around
Generally don’t
tell me.
But sometimes..just
sometimes they do.
And then my
heart...my heart soars.
And then I’m off,
off to speak new words
To the world around
me.
Can they see it?
Can they feel it?
Do they know how
connected we all are?
To the voices that
shout.
To the voices that
calm.
Walking through the
world I realize
that I am not alone.
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Nice, very nice. Longer than your normal but filled with such emotion. And you are right - we are not alone in this world.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lori, I look back and think...i could tighten it up a bit, reword it hear and there, but overall, I think I conveyed the thoughts I wanted to.
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