“I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself.” – C.S. Lewis

The Voice

Little things,
like little devils,
miles from
where God lives–
bloodied noses,
dirtied knees,
and all the noise,
all the flesh,
all the chaos,
all the “too much”–
kicking, biting, screaming–
until I can no longer
hear the world’s
roaring wind,
its broken-up earth,
its light like fire,

Only the Still,
Small Voice that
devours it
all.

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    Prayer answered in action. – Ericka Clay

    […] I’m using this blog as a place to write before I publish. My next work is called It All Comes Out in the Wash: A Book of Reflections. I have a few previous pieces already collected but will add more from whatever God grants me to write here. I’m also starting a new book of poetry (title TBD), starting with “The Voice.” […]

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