Her prayer
A distant still voice begs for her commitment
Her commitment to listen and obey. Still she see’s no way to listen to hear to do as it says
How can you listen to a voice that is not eternally heard?
She asks
He asks
They ask
Some answers may lie in the peace that quiet brings
Consistent echoes from the bell that always calls her name
The bell tolls and fades into the background most days
She can hear around it as if it doesn’t exist
But today
Today is different
This tolling is persistent and it begs for her to listen
She must for the echo is too loud it overthrows her own voice
She sits there and wonders
She says I think someone is trying to tell me something
A perplexed looks comes across her face
She knows this time its serious
This voice she has never heard before now
I give her the consistent advice I think its time to be quiet and pray
She does
She listens
She hears
She finds faith
