When He Comes

A COMPLETE SILENCE SURROUNDS ME
AS I PERUSE MY INNER THOUGHTS
I’VE LEARNED TO LISTEN INTENTLY
AS MY TIMES ARE WASTED FOR NOUGHT

FOR I USUALLY HAVE A VISITOR
ALTHOUGH HE DOESN’T USE THE DOOR
WHEN HE AND MY SOUL MERGE
I ALWAYS KNOW WHO HAS THE FLOOR

HE FILLS MY MIND WITH SUCH WONDER
THEN HELPS ME DIRECT IT TO A PAGE
FOR WHAT I HEAR FLOWS SO FREELY
WHEN MY PEN AND PAPER DO ENGAGE

SOMETIMES THE WORDS COME RAPIDLY
URGENT, AS ONLY HE KNOWS WHY
OTHERS, A SIMPLE LINE TO START
THEN HIS PROVENANCE MAKES ME CRY

FOR I COULDN’T WRITE LIKE HE DOES
I’D HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO START
AS HE’S THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE
OF HANDLING MATTERS OF THE HEART

I IMPLORE HIM TO PLEASE USE ME
LET ME BE A FUNNEL FOR HIS WORDS
HUMBLE, BROKEN, LYING AT HIS FEET
THRU ME LET HIS VOICE BE HEARD

NOW ONCE AGAIN I SIT IN SILENCE
WAITING FOR HIS WORDS TO ARRIVE
AS THEY COME JOY FILLS MY HEART
REALIZING THAT THRU ME HE’S ALIVE

Thursday, June 23, 2022