WHO IS HE?


Billions below, wandering, striving, yearning, seeking...

Is there a God?

Some fall...lost from view. Some lost...searching. Some search...searching still.

Do any find?

A book...or is it books? God's books?

Are they? All claim so to be.

Religion...endless. Churches...a sea of churches.

Too much to comprehend.

Is there a God? What is he? In what form? Who is he?

Surely a way to know...

No way to know...

No way to know?

Better questions.

Does God speak? May I approach? Will he speak?

I feel to know. I must know.

Pondering...how shall he speak?

A tempest? An earthquake? A fire? No?

No.

He is not in these things.

His voice...

Peace... warmth of heart. Impression... silent, calm...a whisper.

A still small voice.

I have known all along...

Father.

...Jeff Bresee

Jeff Bresee Poetry

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