... audibly is very high pitched and sounds much too young for my age
... internally speaks more wisdom than anyone would ever know
... is so loud that sometimes I can't even hear myself think
... is so quiet that sometimes I can't even hear its' sound in the midst of my life
... is so powerful that I do not feel I fully understand what it is capable of
... is so weak that sometimes I am ashamed at it's lack of courage
... is so foreign that sometimes I don't even recognize it
... is so familiar that it has become background noise
... is motherly, yet needs mothering; is kind, yet judgemental; is patient, yet quick to anger; is big, yet so small; is wise, yet has so much to learn; initiates change, yet is so complacent; easily complains, yet is full of gratitude...
What is my voice?
How do I find it when I need it most?
What does it say when I let it speak?
What does this say about me, and who I am?
How does it define me?
Where is the room for the Still Small Voice that I need to hear in the midst of all that?
1 comment:
beautiful friend. well put!
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