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In a Manner of Speaking
One day I ceased talking to God
Refusing to persist in being a fraud
A sleepy saint with a muttered prayer
A person of belief who just didn’t care
Walking into church with pious ponderings
Distracted and annoyed by worldly wanderings
Mute I became to the Heavenly Host
No longer fearful of the Holy Ghost
I just wanted something real
Born of truth, minus my zeal
The silence ensued, to my dismay
God was absent from my everyday
Emptiness came and threatened me
But also peace that I was free
Of following tittles and jots of verse
Believing harder but feeling worse
Now just vacant of pious clutter
The window hidden behind the shutter
I settled in for an eternal choice
When all at once, I heard a voice
Soft and low, filled with insight
Common to my ear, sounding what’s right
It was the music of souls speaking nearby
Some who laughed and others who cried
So clear the feeling to my empty soul
Understandable to my half needing a whole
And then I knew God was always speaking
But I was too busy with my righteous seeking
To hear the song of my fellow-man
And perceive the meaning the best I can
God is not dead, just changed His location
To speak from the souls of every nation.
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