Lovers Need Not Shout

So, you want to hear the voice of God?

Some say, “Be careful what you wish for?”

But I think, “This is what you’re born for.”

Remember when it felt like God was here? And near.

When you lay on the soft grass and stared at the sky

until you saw a dinosaur-shaped cloud.

Or camped outside under a perseid meteor shower.

How long ago was that? Yet we still yearn

for something new and unexplained, a mystery

we haven’t seen before. Pierced hands and feet.

Aren’t spatial images enough?

Keep digging. Keep seeking.

Keep mining. Keep finding.

It’s a never-ending pursuit to

experience a thin-veiled space.

It’s the still, small voice that whispers

to beckon me from a good night’s slumber.

The same voice that causes me to write this poem.

To think to myself out loud about

The voice that reminds me that

Lovers rarely need to shout.