Waiting to hear God’s voice over the noise

meant waiting for the noise to become beautiful.

Beautiful like doubt wrapped in doing.

Like resistance cloaked in peace.

Like tears caught by a friend’s strong shoulders,

or realizing that your own shoulders will have to be enough.

Beautiful strength in the deafening lonely,

with only the soul in attendance.

Only the soul to applaud you

in an ovation of one.

Standing in recognition of your work,

at the edge of life’s long stage.


10 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. As I’m sure you know the company of your own soul is far from being a consolation in fact I believed that it is the most important thing. When I was in second grade my dad taught me Shakespeare’s quotation
    “this above all to thine own self be true”
    ” thou can not then be false to anyone”
    We Who are touched by grace may stand by ourselves but we’re never alone.
    I’m sure I’m not telling you anything you Don’t already know but at least you’ll know Someone reads your words and cares.

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