Poetry My Choice

I hear His voiceSoftly, still and small.But only distantlyThrough the haze of my busy daily timeNo longer easy to hearFaintMuted by schedule, worry, fear,Insistent like some persistent flyHe speaksBreaking into my daysOffers a choiceTo listen, heed, followTo life, to peaceTakes time. Takes effort...Easier to tune out the voice,Tune out Creator Lord who calls,From a heart of love,My way, my time,No time, I plead,Turn away from He,Only true source, of life,Of light...Swapping eternity for dross.He doesn't force or restrain.He loves.And I, by doing nothing,Choose.

Come unto me, all you that labour and are heavy laden,

and I will give you rest. --Matthew 11:28

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