A Still Small Voice

Are you a speck of light in the darkness?

A tiny candle flame down an endless tunnel? 

Warmth in a cold place?

A broken brick in a wall? 

A kind word in a disaster?

A touch when we are full of fear?

A foot step on a lonely road? 

A thought in my depression?

An anchor in the stormiest seas?

An arrow that points to ourselves?


There are times when I am so lost,

lost in my mind,

wandering slowly from thought to thought,

and in tears I think back and realise

you were there.

I heard your tears fall too,

and then solace,

a gentleness in the grief.


Was it a single word 

from a stranger that was really yours?

A whisper in a crowded room?

The silence in a noisy crowd? 

Starlight  in the desert?

A place of rest in our sleep?

Encouragement in my despair?

A single bird singing in the darkening dawn? 


I hardly knew it but –

You held me when I fell down 

and reached out to me 

when I wanted to shrink away.

Thank you.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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