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I love it when You speak to me…

I love it when You speak to me

in quiet things like distant hills,

like soaring birds in empty skies,

Hills near me, Madikere, where Jeff and I were married.
⚘

my restlessness cannot deny

Your quiet words

like distant green and blue

and gold,

right here, somehow somehow

on my threshold.

..

RN.

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9 responses to “I love it when You speak to me…”

  1. windsofchange18 avatar
    windsofchange18

    Beautiful.

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    1. Innerdialects avatar
      Innerdialects

      Thankyou!

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        windsofchange18

        Your welcome😊

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  2. jesusluvsall avatar
    jesusluvsall

    This reminds me of when it says that God spoke to Elijah in a still small voice

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    1. Innerdialects avatar
      Innerdialects

      His Still Small Voice…. happy sigh.

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        jesusluvsall

        🤗

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    murisopsis

    I see restless hands being gently held like a dove cradled in the strong hands of one who loves.

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    1. Innerdialects avatar
      Innerdialects

      You put it all so well…. that was written in a very still pre dawn moment and my heart racing like a trapped dove, yes held by the One who loves. 🕊

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