In All thy Getting, Get Understanding”

In All thy Getting, Get Understanding”


Too often I am reluctant
to listen
to halt between decisions—
To choose amazes my
senses
into vivid consequences-
I fear my lack of precision
But relish the wideness
Of the road—
Life is plentiful, hands full
Of fresh permissions
And the quiet sacredness
Of every low.

But it is in my stillness
I learn most,
Culturing the whisper within-
Turning away from worldliness
That subtly blows
And gusts me farther
Farther from Him—
Here, in this closing “me” out
My soul bends accessible-
I cannot ignore the
Voiceless shout
Of the holy, piercing and
The recognizable-

I have become a better listener
With age-
My hearing less important
Than conviction,
But my ability to stand
Still in Life’s haste
Has sharpened my ears
To Eternity’s perfect
And clear diction.