A Still Small Voice Poem by Terrance Tracy

A Still Small Voice



I have heard it said all we learn from history is that we do not learn history, is that because we have forgotten how to listen to that still small voice.

A prophet of old preformed mighty deeds in the name of the Lord only to run from an angry queen's threat, I will have your life; for the prophet could not hear that still small voice.

Nourished by an angel for forty days and forty nights he made his journey to Horeb the mountain of God where he discovered that God was not in a great wind, earthquake nor fire, a voice came in the form of a still small voice beckoning to stand in the entrance of a cave to hear the Lord say what are you doing here, I have work for you to do.

Centuries have come and gone with a failure to hear that still small voice because we love to hear the praise of men more than the praise of God.

Global violence partner with corruption to sway the masses; we turn our heads doomed for destruction, because we love the praise of men, more than the praise of God, with a failure to listen to that still small voice within.

Terrance Tracy

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Do we truly learn from our mistakes? For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul. I judge no one but his very words will convict him.
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Terrance Tracy

Terrance Tracy

Port Arthur Texas USA
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