LOOKING FOR GOD
I want to climb a mountain
perhaps the higher I am
the closer I can get to God.
So I climbed the mountain
reached the top
took in the view
felt on top of the world
But
He was not there.
Sitting on the shore
watching the tides come in, go out
I thought I’d find Him here.
Breathing in the salt air
I felt so small compared
to the vastness of the ocean
Where does the sky and sea meet?
The distance felt too great.
The meadow so peaceful and quiet
green grasses swaying in the breezes
I lay down upon its blanket
watching the clouds pass through the blue.
Surely He is here
among the flowers, vibrant and fair
the birds chirping, bees buzzing
The quiet is too quiet
it is lonely here.
Sitting on the brown colored carpet
the walls come caving in
I’ve searched the world to find Him
He’s not in any of it.
My head bows low, tears begin
I speak His name, softly, then again
somewhere in those moments
a stirring awakens within
My heart fills with emotion
as I hear Him
speak my name.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©7, May 2013
Hi Marcie! What excellent advice. And you poem reminded me of the story of the prophet Elijah, hearing God in the small whisper of wind.
Beautiful words for the day!
Ceil
Hey Ceil,
I wrote a poem, "When God Whispers Your Name" using the verses about Elijah. He's my favorite Bible character! So it is probably no accident several of my poems would mirror that sentiment of hearing God's still small voice. I'm so glad you enjoyed this!
Thank you,
Marcie 🙂
Beautiful Marcie. I think this is one of my favorites. You did a wonderful job.