The Inner Voice of Love.

Pools of Love

Deep dark pools of umber,

unfathomable love,

forgiving,

unchanging,

unceasing,

Love.

Every move, drawn into the inner depths,

watching,

following, 

waiting, 

shadowing.

My every motion.

The world left.

They came in, stayed,

loyal.

Understanding when oft I did not.

Knowing every unspoken word.

Silently, 

wordlessly,

those pools of love,

spoke many things.

In my solitude, I heard of love.

Deep pools of umber,

Love.

The eyes of my companion friend.

the dark, deep,

eyes of my dog.

From them, I heard the still small voice,

that gave me the strength to carry on.

That inner Voice.

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind, there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire there came a gentle whisper.

1 Kings 19; 11.

We all at some time or other have those moments when we feel alone, sometimes desperately alone. I do not speak of loneliness, bad as that may be, neither do I speak of aloneness, as terrible as that might be. I speak of that deep inner feeling of helplessness that is almost impossible to describe. I can be there even when surrounded by people yet feel so utterly alone, preoccupied with doubts and uncertainty. The mind is full of questions asking where and when if ever this is going to end. No matter how often we ask ourselves the answer just does not come. 

There can be times when you find yourself doing things that would normally keep you fully occupied and at peace with yourself, yet that inner despair still eats away. It is possible to be with friends who you have laughed and joked with in the past and yet still feel like asking yourself, "why am I here?"

It is at such times that we need to listen for that still small voice that speaks above the thunder of the inner earthquake. We have to open ourselves to the gentleness of the spirit, the chi, God, that gentle whisper. It may be shown in the eyes of a friend or as was in my own case the eyes of my dog. It matters not from where it comes it is just that you allow yourself time to calm the questions and instead dwell on the positive.

This still calm voice can come to us in the most unexpected of moments and places. No matter how terrible the circumstances of life may seem that inner voice whispers, this too shall end. This may sound like empty words but in the stillness of a moment consider times from the past when things have seemed so hopeless and yet there comes a new found strength to carry on, from where it came you do not know.  Those little moments that have now taken on a deeper sense of purpose. 

It is learning to be open for those times and moments, allowing them to come and remove the negative and replace with positive and joyful thoughts.

At one of the lowest moments of my life and career, it was the eyes of my dog that said loud and clear that this was not the end but a new beginning, as it turned out to be. There was once an advertisement that said, "Say it with Flowers."  It can be true that in even the smallest of things, even the petals of a dandelion we can hear that still small voice.

We can hear the voice of life, the Lord, amidst the roar of the world when we open our minds to the pulse of creation.