Inaudible Hearing: a poem

Inaudible Hearing

A Poem for Sunshine

What does God's voice sound like?

It sounds like the sigh I let out right before I fall asleep.

A sigh full of exhaustion and contentment

that wakes me from time to time as I hear it

and it jars me from sleep.

It sounds like the breath that passes my lips.

It emits a light that warms, a light that spreads from the smallest spark.

I feel it on the back of my eyelids

It sits in the center of my chest.

That voice speaks clearly in the muffled fuzz of a discerning heart.

Among the swirling feeling, there it is.

From deep within and yet from deep without.

I recognize it and the most fitting response is a murmur,

almost indistinguishable except for its feeling.

Words unformed but known by you.

I cannot say them

for I know them but my lips cannot form them.

My heart speaks.

Your heart speaks.

Voice is there.

I feel my mother's thumb trace a cross on my forehead

The sound,

the grace of her fingerprint running over the tiny hairs on my brow.

I could be 2 or 10 or 20, no matter.

Peace & blessing arrive, the inaudible sound of flesh on flesh calls them-

God's voice in action.

What does God's voice sound like?

I don't know.

But I surely know when I hear it.