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~ There Is Very
Little Thunder ~
There is very little
thunder
in the centre, the
heart,
of the perfect will
of God
The thunder, only
roars upon the edge
where winds will
rage in fury,
the shutters crash,
the nights seem
dark and dreary,
but, in the centre,
it is hushed, where
quiet waters
flow, of very gentle
murmur
and whispers will be
known.
A path runs through
the centre
It leads somewhere,
carrying the heart,
to places,
that are always
right to go.
There is light,
illumination,
of life's destiny,
gentle conversation,
for listening
enough....
There is kindness,
goodness,
security, and pretty
rainbows-
of
never ending love.
Sometimes, lightning
strikes,
and a raging fire,
sweeps on by,
but, it is only for
a purpose,
for deep and
meaningful
cleansing, to burn
away
the empty dross, the
wild imaginations,
the
unnecessary-
whatever trivial,
is
needed to be lost.
It may burn and
smart a little,
but, soon there
comes a soothing
balm, a healing
gentle cool...
For the stream of
life is true,
so very calm,
refreshing in
delight.
There is never
barren death,
only energy
unfurled, for
in the loving heart
of God-
there is always
perfect rest.
There is very little
thunder
in the centre of
God's will,
there is only peace
within
the nucleus
of all that God
instills...
There
the hurt caressed
and blessed,
the spirit born
anew,
the soul is ever
comforted, the
heart
forever filled.
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© Jan 2010
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
May God be
the peace of all
things calm
the place to hide
from harm
the light that
shines in dark
the heart’s eternal
spark
the door that’s open
wide
the guest who waits
inside
the Father with you
still
the love, to keep
from ill
the light, the
truth, the way
Savior, friend, this
very day.
Celtic Prayer
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