What makes a place, a holy place?
sometimes soft with peace,
sometimes with thunder?
He always seems to meet with prophets,
in a remote place, a desert,
on the mountain, a rock,
special people?
no like us, just people,
I can understand God living,
in the Rocky Mountains,
but in New York City?
He is everywhere,
but perhaps, He meets with us,
in the remoteness of the earth,
in those special places,
because, it is there that we listen,
we can hear better,
the Lakota knew that,
the prophets heard that,
they heard God,
speaking,
in the calmness,
without distractions,
in the rocks, and in the sand.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
images from google
The voice of God is often is the still, small breeze, instead of the tornado. The Holy Spirit likes to speak to us in the quiet of our hearts, and nature helps us find that place of quiet awe and gentle reverence.
Thank you Anna for your beautiful comments! Blessings to you.
Inspired by your beautiful poems! 🙂
oh, truly beautiful writing! Thank you Nicodemas.
Thank you Hollie! Blessings to you.
It is the most eye opening experience to discover God in everything and everyone… Beautiful!
Thank you Erika! Blessings to you.
Big hug!!!