More autos, planes, computer games and toys, toys, toys...
...is this what life is all about - the noise, noise, noise?
If man said He could cut the noise in half, half, half -
I'd not believe. I'm sorry, but I'd laugh, laugh, laugh!
Transparent man - I laugh so hard, I cry, cry, cry...
all it seems we want to do is buy, buy, buy.
God creates, commands and we will see, see, see -
that man has pride - he's foolish as can be, be, be.
Don't let a quiet corner be too rare, rare, rare -
get on your knees and whisper up a prayer, prayer, prayer.
And use your ears - you really have a choice, choice, choice -
to spend some time and listen for His still, small, voice.
(1 Kings 19:12)
This poem was a finalist in the April 2011 poetry contest