listen – MaddogPoetry

Savior (Psalm 142)

I call out to my God. I pray to Her for Her favor. I pour out my problem to Her. I tell Her about my trouble. When I grow weak, She knows what I’m going through. In the path where I walk, people have hidden a trap to catch me. Look around me,Continue reading “Savior (Psalm 142)”

Hereon

I promise attentiveness from hereon, first, I must listen from hear on. Of course, this needs awareness herein, second, I must listen hear in. Hearing depends on being receptive, listening to the difference of voices. It is true those who have ears to hear. My future relies on committing to hereon Open to what-is makesContinue reading “Hereon”

Labyrinth

The long and winding road How long does it take? The way changes direction Am I lost? To move forward I must turn around Can I turn back? Absorb the kindness and listen When will I find the center? A measured response hears Can I stay? To walk the walk I must follow the way

Redeemer (Psalm 88)

Our Mother, Queen of Heaven, hold me, day and night I feel like I am all alone. I pray that you will embrace me; please turn to me, listen to my cry. For my soul is full of trouble and my life is seemingly hopeless I am in the Pit; I have lost myContinue reading “Redeemer (Psalm 88)”

Q & A

The questions we ask make the answers we get. So, we must pay attention and listen first. Being ruled by the numbers, misses ourselves. Calculated assessment is meaningless Rain measured in volume and duration makes life an endless series of droughts and floods. Soaked by the rain and absorbing its wetness, be filled withContinue reading “Q & A”

Silence

Quietly wander without making noise, or in stillness embrace the emptiness. It takes skill to be heartily refreshed, listening is work done with a purpose, to communicate with silence opens me. In silence, we don’t take more than we need – being present can be a huge ordeal, being present can provide aContinue reading “Silence”

Word

To hear, I must listen, to listen, I must be all in. I labor to leave the womb, I suffer to heal the wound. As the cosmos is revolving, the word is evolving. With others, in gestation, I embrace the mutation. My time is not terminal. My space is real liminal. I liveContinue reading “Word”

Whisperer

The Wind whispers, sometimes softly, sometimes loudly. Sometimes she pushes me along. Sometimes she pushes me back. She caresses me with a a gentle warm breeze. She throttles me with a blustery cold gust. To hear her word, I must listen, for I know not from whence she came, or where sheContinue reading “Whisperer”

… with the Eyes of God

Seeing with the eyes of God, I peer through my own façade. Accepting my personal role, I wonder what does God see through the window of my soul. Listening without deflection, I shudder in realizing, I am divine reflection. The beauty of the flower is its awesome blossoming, standing tall in aContinue reading “… with the Eyes of God”