REST, HEART

Rest, heart

the Whispering Genius will not strain his voice.

He does not need to.

His voice will echo in wilderness streams

and sunset kissed shorelines

where any movable temple

will choose to pitch its tent

for a night or moment.

The silent, swift sound:

a sweet savor of the spirit’s voice

lifted up to the Father above.

To listen is praise.

To rest is obedience

to the voice gently offering

a glimpse into the presence

of the holiest of the Holy.