THE VOICE OF THE LORD

Episcopal Diocese of Guatemala: Saint Alban Mission, Antigua ...

THE VOICE STILL SPEAKS

The absurd norm

The frequency of the world

Drifting away as though none is God

The scent of eternity is so faint to many

Alas, the end of the ages has befallen us all

So much noise and commotion deafens and beclouds the ears of men

The distractions are stifling, almost strangling even

We incline our ears to the media, the horoscope, the lies of false prophets, the seductions of our own flesh

When shall we ever listen?

To that simple stirring and patient nudging that seems so distant yet is nearer to us than our skin

In the midst of the mumbo-jumbo

A voice springs, full of clarity

Solemn yet reverberating through nature's course

Sounding the alarm in the wilderness of vanity

Away! Get far away, it plead earnestly

From darkness, void and formlessness

Lest I pounce upon you like a lioness

Lest I come suddenly upon you like a thief in the night.

Let him who has ears dug out for him hear what the Spirit says

The voice of the Lord thunders like the clapping of thunder in a mighty storm

The voice of the Lord is majestic upon the wind and waters

It stirs the quiet creeks and forms ripples

And awakens the dead and buried from their graves

The voice of the Lord is terrible, who can stand when He speaks?

Tremble at His voice all people, all nations, all lands.

Hear and hearken

His voice of mercy still calls

The voice of wisdom still calls to the sons of men to forsake folly and embrace godliness

His voice of judgement comes soon.

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