SLUMBERING SPIRITS

 

We live...

our slumbering spirits
dwelling  in a world 

of deep dreams;
shuttered eyes

 keeping out reality.


We wake...

for brief hopeful moments,
our eyes and ears  straining

 against the darkness

that permeates

both day and night.


We listen...

for a voice

to call us to Light,
to end the seemingly

 endless sleep.

But we do not hear

that Sound,
for our ears are not tuned
to the right frequency,
and the noise of the world
filters out any sound
that would otherwise pierce

our deafness.


Until...

we reach

 the deepest place
in our valley of sleep,

and silently call out
with all the heart, mind, soul,

to the only One

who can wake us

and make us whole;
and He does...

if we will.

 

Till then,

we endlessly slumber.

 

 

SLUMBERING SPIRITS

 

We live...

our slumbering spirits
dwelling  in a world 

of deep dreams;
shuttered eyes

 keeping out reality.


We wake...

for brief hopeful moments,
our eyes and ears  straining

 against the darkness

that permeates

both day and night.


We listen...

for a voice

to call us to Light,
to end the seemingly

 endless sleep.

But we do not hear

that Sound,
for our ears are not tuned
to the right frequency,
and the noise of the world
filters out any sound
that would otherwise pierce

our deafness.


Until...

we reach

 the deepest place
in our valley of sleep,

and silently call out
with all the heart, mind, soul,

to the only One

who can wake us

and make us whole;
and He does...

if we will.

 

Till then,

we endlessly slumber.