Listen
When the air is still and the wind silent,
a peaceful calm envelopes my mournful heart with joy and pleasure, but my mind
thinks its thoughts, and soon with rancid contemplation my heart is consumed by
a placid lull which devours its intoxicating love.
Without love to pacify the languid beast, the raging monster bellows to life
and devours weakness and timid souls.
But, through the raging onslaught of hateful fury and noisome ruckus, a quiet
whisper echoes through my soul. Its gentle guidance and unconditional love
drown out the frightful yells and screams of chaos, hate, and rage.
Like the single candle that drives through the darkness, also does the whisper
of someone who loves us so, even in the turmoil of a fading sanity. The whisper
by nature is loving and kind, and is desperately yearning to be listened to
freely.
With God, there is no more silence and hopeless loneliness, and the beast dies,
never to return to the realm of our human soul to prey on its weaknesses and
fears. Enveloped by God's love, that lives forever in us and keeps us safe from
ourselves—
we thrive.
