The heron snatched the lizard up
As quietly it slept
When to its rescue out the door
My wife in fury swept
"No!Not this one!"
She yelled and shook
Her fist with flashing eyes
So in dismay he turned to fly
And dropped his newfound prize
Then I recalled how I was lost
Moving from town to town
When all around me danger crept
Looking to hunt me down
But a voice so quiet yet so deep
Echoed in my shadowlands
"No! Not this One!"
I heard Christ say
Then He took my trembling hands!
After a much-needed long weekend break to recharge and rest I began tinkering with this poem last night. It pokes a bit of fun at someone who often takes himself way too seriously, but I am hoping that maybe you can identify with him just a little!
I finished a somewhat longer article on listening, but I will wait to publish that tomorrow. This morning I wanted to lighten the mood a bit by sharing a poem I wrote a few years ago, titled Ears. I hope you enjoy and that you will join me on the journey of learning to listen.
EarsOnly ears can hear
That's just the way God made us
If ears were eyes or nose
They'd certainly betray us
But when God fashioned ears
Those humble awkward things
That flop about and wiggle
On little inner springs
He made a way to tell us
How much we'd been forgiven
And then He set and tuned them
To hear His words from Heaven
Yes only ears can hear
That's just the way God made them
Humble listening gifts
Let's certainly obey them!
Ears by Peter Caligiuri
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Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger
James 1:19 ESV
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