From the cloud a voice said,
“This is my Son, the Beloved;
with him I am well pleased. Listen to him.”
Listen for the One amid the others,
from so far within it’s beyond.
The voice deep down inside of things,
where God still echoes.
If you don’t turn from this clanging world to listen
you won’t hear.
Listen for the voice that calls you Beloved.
It may sound like sweet nothings.
The voice that knows your wholeness,
sees your gleaming, makes your life run deep.
Listen for the depth of the marbled silence
of one who is listening.
A beckoning, not a command,
toward, not above.
Listen for the love that draws you,
even through the shadowed valley,
the voice that knows life beyond that,
and speaks without guile about joy.
Listen for the voice tinged with hope and delight,
and listen. Listen.
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