Join me, too, today at alifeoverseas.com as I share about the humility of learning a new language ::
it’s the whisper of the wise
I have learned to hear it in the
I have learned to hear it in the
whirring traffic of a city of two million
as i walk downtown past new metro
stops and trams
as i pick up my son at his new national school.
as i look around at all the people
yes, living day to day…
there’s a whisper that says to me
‘pray, beloved, i want you to pray
i want the only response of your mind
and heart and action to be prayer.’
it’s a world that sees what it sees
and yet He speaks of things unseen.
A God of hope that whispers in
the fragile and the frail
who calls to souls to find the courage
to live.
to ask the questions that will save
the world and us. to seek a healing that is
as deep as the journey to the center
of the Universe.
It is how the whisper is calling me Home
though that rounds out my heart on the matter.
I don’t want to hear the sweet and simple
for the neighbor or the city-dweller
and lay on my bed with the busyness of unrest
the things that I see.
No.
i want to be present with these days in
a strange new home and find the calm
of the eye of every storm. To see in
the profound depth of soul the reality
that is God…calling to generations.
