“What Others Can’t Hear”
The portion of our inner selves
Which others see, sits on our shelves
Unseen by us – their “window-pane”
To us, a mystery remains.The portion of our inner selves
Which others see, where satan dwells,
Unseen in murky shadowed past,
Manipulating scope that’s vast.The portion of our inner selves
Unseen by others – where God dwells
Is micro-aspect shut up in
Some tiny space not part of sin.The portion of our inner selves
Where hopes, and fears, and triumphs dwell,
Are micro-specters driving us
’Midst world of whirling, swirling fuss.Lord Jesus, Father-God, You come
As Holy Spirit – work begun
Within potential you designed
As gift to world of humankind.That’s us – two cubic feet of space
Within Your universe – in case
Some aspect of it needs response,
You’ve got a way to act at once –If we will condescend to act,
Responding as some prayerful tact
Designed by You in light of prayer,
As best as possible, in care.Sometimes it’s gesture, word, or rhyme;
Sometimes it’s laughter, thought sublime;
Sometimes it’s quiet presence there;
Sometimes it’s help when folks need air.The ways and means of use to You
Are infinite, so work You do –
Is way beyond our wildest dreams;
Most, iceberg-like, remain unseen.Lord, help us deal with our despair,
As we respond to unseen prayer
At bidding of Your words, to us
Unseen as source, amidst this fuss.Thanks Holy Spirit for this.
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