A soft gentle whisper
In light of adorning
Come now beloved
Listen to the morning
In screeches and caws
And buzz of the bee
The whispering breeze
A rustling tree
Sweet the birdsong
Echoes in the hollow
Soft the grass swaying
The wings of a swallow
A palette of silence
Allows this to be
Let the same stillness
Flow here into me
Let the Presence of peace
Here now take control
With gifts of the spirit
To sing in my soul
Come listen now
To mornings song
The Word to which
We all belong
Come listen now
In every breath
The Word He speaks
Beyond our death
Come listen now
To Word so clear
Beyond the lies
The world does share
Come listen now
With silent heart
The Word to still
His truth, impart
Come listen now
Beyond the ear
To know the Word
I love you dear
A story is told
Of an interview
With Mother Theresa
A way of her view
What are the words
That you use to pray?
She said, “I listen”
Is what “I say”
Another question posed
Then what does God say
She replied “He listens”
And we go on that way
We pray with longing
Desire that we share
He responds with love
The Word is what we hear
A silent transformation
Of being we await
A binding intimate
Of way to contemplate
Grant me the grace Oh Lord
Your wisdom to us send
Encounter with a soul
To listen without a lens
Be no paradigm
No judgment to construe
Bless me an open ear
No objective to pursue
Echoing their feelings
Compassion to convey
Granting them the gift
Of what they need to say
A space of comforting
Freedom to reveal
Voice within the deep
What they truly feel
Accepting of what is
Bring it unto to You
Giving You a chance
To cast it in Your view
DarylMadden 