Black Poetry : He Speaks To Me

[MsBerry_98]

When I am wandering
Through my life with no
Clue which way to go,
At times when I
Think that He has forgotten me
I remember that I
Can stand still
And listen… for He
Will speak to me.

In each butterfly filled with fancy,
In each cloud that rolls by filled with imagination,
In each voice filled with laughter,
In each prayer filled with hope,
In each touch filled with love,
I know he is speaking to me.

When nothing about
The situation confirms
What He said
I still believe …
For He spoke to me.

 

[$$RICH$$]

da heart feels da words spoken to thee
da soul hear him forth he's not in vain!!!

nice flow sis.....

 

[MsBerry_98]

Once again, thank you $$RICH$$.
I'm glad you stopped by.

 

[$$RICH$$]

my pleasure to stop flyght and bless a sistah Queen of flow

 

[dnommo]

He speaks on the breeze as a whisper to your soul...you have penned this well poet...

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