God spoke – <br />I dare not listen. <br /> <br />I could not face <br />the stillness <br />of simply being there. <br /> <br />God spoke: <br />there were no words – <br />I simply saw <br /> <br />the suffering of others. <br />I could not share <br /> <br />the stillness <br />of simply being there. <br /> <br />One day I knew <br />God could not speak - <br />I used my eyes, <br /> <br />I saw and felt <br />the suffering of multitudes – <br />I listened to their cries – <br /> <br />then cautiously I whispered <br />“I am here” <br /> <br />and from my helplessness <br />I knew - <br />that God was there.<br /><br />Malcolm Evison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-2/
