Think on life,
You who
Are troubled
At my presence,
Thinking you
Are without
Need of Me.
You tremble,
Resist violently,
When all you
Have to do
Is allow Me
To speak to
Your heart
And in
Gently allow
My command
To sink deep
And live
For what
Excites Me
In you,
That stirring
You know
Not what
With to do,
Yet something
Tells you
That stirring
Is Me.
Listen while
I am talking.
My silence
Is most
To those
Who once
Heard Me.
Respond to
My stirring.