by Terry R A Eissfeldt
7/22/2010 / Poetry
Nonstop room noise
Overpowers my mind
Taking the place of
Words of life and love,
Instead there is a steady flow of
Demanding to be heard.
Each day, each moment,
A fresh batch of
Rambunctious racket attacks my
Thoughts, taking my time, my very life
Quickly the minutes, days, and years disappear
All muddled together like a
Repetitive rumblings which
Blot out life and
Undermine all peace and
Assaulting my sanity and
Everything important by its tyranny.
Nevertheless, this noise will cease for
The time has come. I determine to
Wait till all this
Peace reigns at the end of each storm, earthquake and fire.
Replaces the cacophony of chaos.
From the silence I
Lean toward heaven, hoping to hear the beat
Very heart toward me.
Echos from Heaven, gently caress, whispers of love sweetly kiss. I hear His love.
Terry R A Eissfeldt
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