Moments, A Poem

So much going on.

Concentrate. Do you hear me?

Listen to the sound of my voice.

It’s ok to be afraid

To even doubt.

Doubt yourself, and others

God; he is there

Calling out into the wind

The rushing wind penetrates

Your clothes as they ripple.

Concentrate, what did you come here to do.

We can’t afford to waste time

Don’t throw this, there has to be a way.

A way to hold on, to this moment

LOVE, PAIN, SUFFERING. All the same

Nothing different; levels of the same mountain

You must climb!

Higher

Higher

Higher

Then you shall hear God and know

You are loved only then.