As I stand alone on a deserted hill top
With no one or no thing around me,
In a picture perfectness
Very few have ever seen,
I watch as a few fluffy white clouds
Float above me so slowly.
I begin to watch those clouds,
And try to tune out
All other sounds
That block my perception,
So I can try to hear
The sound of the cloud's path.
With a little more concentration
I begin to hear a very soft sound,
As one cloud floats by
Followed by another
Then joins with each other,
The likes of which I've never heard.
A humming so low and soft
That I've never noticed before;
Could it be a distant sound from afar?
Or maybe the voice of God
Singing His sweet song
Of love to the land He created.
It could be God's voice
If I wanted it to be.
Many people want and need to hear
The voice of God.
But if you don't listen carefully,
His voice is shadowed and not heard.
I prefer to believe
That God's voice is in everything.
No matter if it's a bird
Or a leaf falling from a tree.
His voice is everywhere,
Even inside our hearts.
One has to just listen for a while,
To be able to hear His voice.
In doing this you can also hear
His songs in everything;
The soft breeze of the wind,
Or anything that makes it's own sound.
So next time you see a white puffy cloud,
Or the softly blowing wind even,
Clear your mind of all it's troubles,
And listen with your heart
Until you can hear the hum
Of God's soft sweet song.
by Jann Newland
©July 2009
