One Voice

So today, perhaps I may think differently.

Not using God’s words with my voice, but talking in one voice.

A voice which listens to God, but does not drown God out.

A voice which discerns what should be said.

A voice which determines how it should be said.


One voice, but not my voice alone.

God, lead me to lose my solo voice and become a duet with you.

Past and Presence

Remembering is something of the past; an old cerebral practice.

Where I searched the banks of rivers since dry,

For the vessels and water which made up my journey.


Now, there is nothing left, but now.

Where the present is the presence of being,

And the past is a single move to an older present, not a remembrance.


So all is at peace in the strangeness of being at one with all.