I cup my hand to the back of my ear,

Lord, I’m listening.

I focus my eyes on the page.

God, let’s talk.

You love me,

This I know,

For these pages,

Tell me so.

But, so much noise.

Speak up,

Speak out.

Speak above,

And over it all.

Memory is also a thief,

Like an accomplice to noise,

They steal.

I forget fast,

And question whispered words.

My spirit ears,

Rely on my eyes too,

I need both to listen to You.

I need black-and-white verse,

Your living voice,

And words from Jesus with skin on.

My Bible,

My Comforter,

My people,

Lord, I’m listening.