The Voice Within

The godly are like Meadows of flowers yellow Sunkissed and aglow

Vanina, Silja and Marc Olivier-somewhere on our Brighton-Seaford cycle ride I'm cycling by the coast Beside me the noisy road Beyond me the rising sea 'To Seaford!' you say Although its seaward we are tossed In the gale carrying our laughter

Creation rings with the beauty of our King!I praise God for the opportunity to see the daffodils dance, stand (literally) breathless after hikes and for the fantastic prayer night  in the hills. Spring night In a cottage by the hills. When hearts sprung- In song, In shouts, In tears, In prayer- In tune- To the spirit who lead us And the strumming Of a friend's guitar. 

My eyes yearn to behold my heavenly father Who has been with me through it all Who is just to condemn my unfaithful heart but rather Laid down your life for me, shattering every wall That kept me from tasting living water Rejoice! for clothed are ye in righteousness and lifted is your pall

The sound of a pencil moving smoothly on paper Punctuates the noise of frantic fingers Moving across keyboards Fashioning essays on Verdi or mediation The wind howls outside Inviting the readers within this marble library To look up from their books and take a quick glimpse Of the white window That frames the warm march sunshine

You've seen me here before Behind the black window grill On the third storey You've seen me here before Drowning in the choked air and ceaseless noise That walks in,uninvited You've seen me here before But today,silent and stolid faced You treat me like a stranger. --------- ps-i wrote this poem on a day the skies were really cloudy and seemed like it was going to rain but it did not-all day...but after i wrote this poem ,the very next day,it POURED!