Rated: E · Poetry · Inspirational · #2282809

Sometimes I can't hear God's Voice, But I can Always Hear his Choir.


“Never Pray OUT,” I explain, “But ALWAYS Pray IN.”
“Ask God to Protect and Guide you from your neighbor’s Sins.”
Search for his wisdom and answers within his songs
For, you won’t always hear his message
Through a whispering or thunderous bomb.

“Cross your Chakra’s in order to protect,”
“All of your accomplishments which you have erected.”
Your message may come from your mother’s angelic choir
Singing, “Bless The Lord O’ My Soul,” while excelling you higher.

“That’s God Talking? That was God?” He asked.
“Yes,… That WAS God talking.” I confirmed,
While looking through his exterior masque.

As the tears came streaming - - down his weaken face,
He suddenly felt embarrassed and thought he had disgraced.
His family and friend, for betraying the “Man-Code.”
The one where you get scolded by the stubborn and old.

“A man born without tears,”
“Will be full of regrets and fears.”
Were the words that I gave to him,
As he suddenly realized his God was always there.
Right by his side, and with him during his sleep
The songs within his head were meant to concrete.

That sometimes God - will come to you with a song
It may not sound pretty or be very long.
Always protect your dwelling and your mind
Forget all your enemies who will always be bind.

Written by:
Toni Stewart-Sales,
10/10/22
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