Voices Tanka

Voices Tanka

Wilderness voice cries
Prepare ye the way of God.
Earth’s voice echoes “Why?”
If You are Love, why are there
Broken bodies, hearts and lives?

Pain all around me
Earthquakes, sickness, and lost love.
What is the reason?
Do You not hear the weeping?
How can You let this happen?

Spirit voice whispers
Of course I hear you my child.
Be still and know God.
Take and eat in remembrance.
The way will be made plain. Wait.

Tears of submission,
Reaching for my brother’s hand.
Now seen in suffering
New purpose for my being,
Chances to share divine love.

Marilyn Gordon
January 29, 2001

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