When I'm Listening

When I’m Listening

When I stand in reverent wonder,

Atop mountains on an autumn day,

Though it’s not a voice like rolling thunder

I hear what my Redeemer has to say.

I close my eyes to better hear it,

The gentle rustling of the autumn leaves.

A warm, sweet whisper joins my spirit,

A sound like the wind blowing through the trees.

Embraced in hues of gold and red

Surrounded by His grace

My heart listens carefully to what is said,

As the gentle breeze caresses my face.

Vibrant leaves catch the wind

Floating about in majestic glory

His voice tenderly blankets me like a flawless friend,

Whose love is an unending story.



His whisper tells of how He planned for me

Before creation was spoken

Even when time was yet to be,

His plans would not be broken.

His promise is full of hope and love

And shines like dew drops glistening

His voice spans the air as wings of a dove

And speaks to me when I’m listening.

Photography is from my beloved Great Smoky Mountains.
Poetry and photography property of www.AmusingMargaret.com 

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