A People too Loud to Hear

Our lives are occupied territories; trespassing an inconvenient crime.
occupants of time,
of wealth,
of assignments,
of anxiety,
of goals
raise a deafening clamor or rights.

We live frantic,
flustered,
fast and furious.

Voices by day, opinions by night.

Voices demanding we tune in, turn up, tone down.
Voices so loud we cannot hear the voice of our inner man.

Opinions of mother and father and friend and teacher.
Opinions so intruding we cannot hear the Voice of the Jesus-man.

We run and holler and preach and hurry.

And then Your voice...

Your voice undoes us.

When heard, it beats within us a shivering pain; a pain of longing for fuller, longer, deeper, louder.

We are listeners, we humans. We do not, though, listen well. We are like this day too cold to snow, a people too loud to hear.

Closed up, inhaled, clenched.

So come intrude our occupied space. Come be our exhale with Your speaking, and come to us by means by which we can hear.

Speak to us in ways we can listen, and teach us to listen beyond our world.

We need ears.

I need ears.

I need You.

I love You, my Yellow Bird; I do.

Loose me to love You more.