In the forced quiet of the icebound day
Cocooned in fleece-lined warmth, I listened,
Rain splattering against the window,
Ice pebbles dancing on the roof,
Frozen branches chattering in the wind.
The unheard sounds of God’s creations,
Often lost in the noise of the day,
TV squawking, furnace clicking,
appliances humming, traffic racing,
Drowning the silence of the small still voice.
He longs for us to hear the whispered “peace be still.”
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