The Closest Thing to the Voice of God
by John Herlihy
I always thought answered prayers
Were the closest thing to the voice of God.
Then I thought that unanswered prayers
Were the farthest thing from the voice of God.
Then I began to listen more closely to what I heard,
Suggesting the voice of God at unexpected moments.
The thunder that rolls imperiously across the heavens.
Doesn’t that sound like the voice of God?
The crack of winter ice sounding like a whip.
Doesn’t that sound like the voice of God?
The whispers that I hear in the dead of the night.
Doesn’t that sound like the voice of God?
Even the silence that fills my solitude.
Doesn’t that sound like the voice of God?
Forget not the voice of silence echoing mute,
The voice of falling leaves, the voice of falling snow.
The voice akin to God’s seems to appear everywhere.
Filling the empty spaces of the heart not otherwise filled.
Every time I hear the haunting sounds of nature speak.
The voice sounds like the closest thing to the voice of God.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Thursday 20 November 2025
Rebecca