By David Roth
© 15 September, 2004
When, if I am very quiet,
And I listen very carefully,
I can hear voices.
No, not that kind.
Sometimes, if I am very quiet,
And if I listen very carefully,
I can hear the voices of God,
Measured in the songs of Creation.
The repetitive pleading of the whippoorwill,
The persistent patter of woodpecker,
The soulful wailing blues of a lonely wolf,
The hypnotic beat of ocean waves,
The sensuous whisper of wind through southern pine,
The mesmerizing staccato of spring rain,
The pulse stopping explosion of summer thunder.
These are the Voices of God
And if I an very quiet
And if I listen very carefully
Sometimes, I can hear Him sing.
And sometimes, if I am very quiet,
And I listen very carefully,
I can hear the voices’ souls,
By listening instead of talking
When I gaze into someone’s eyes,
And watch the light through open windows,
I can hear the sounds of a heart
Beating to the rhythm of the life it supplies.
Songs of love and triumph,
Anthems of joy and victory,
Soliloquies of life and death,
And if I am very quiet,
And I listen very carefully,
Sometimes, I can hear the voices’ souls.
And sometimes, if I am very quiet,
And if I listen very carefully,
I can hear the voices of the music of life
As they play their endless symphony
In the world around me.
The joy and the laughter of children at play,
The crack of a bat, in a distant park,
The crisp sparkle of dissolving fireworks
The angry bleat of a distant car horn,
The sweeping whoosh of a diving seagull,
The gentle whisper of a feather floating to ground,
The soft coo of a morning dove,
The soothing rumble of a purring kitten,
And if I am very quiet,
And if I listen very carefully,
Sometimes, I can hear the voices of the music of life.
If, somehow, I am very quiet,
And I listen very carefully,
There are moments in life
When, sometimes, I can hear voices.
