The Wednesday Poem

Deep Listening Chelsea Whitfield

When the sun shies away in the horizon
The air, the dew, and the coldness
Listen to the core of my soul
What is she going to tell me?

Everything seems to decay after some time
The Colosseum, one of the wonders of the world
It needs repairing and cared for
Unless it’s been sustained, it’d have been ruined

Why are the sun and moon still functioning?
Those faces of nature being cared for by the Hidden Hands
With all the reality of wonder
How can those mighty hands be denied?

Listen to the voice
The voice of nature
The voice of virtue
The image of the goody

Dive into the deepest core of my soul
Dig it out and bring forth
The love that’s been filled deeply inside
that occupies all the room of my heart

It’s so full that it could be overflowed
So abundant that it leaves no space
for jealousy, nor anger, nor hatred
What’s left is the inspiration of love

that entails the sense of peace
that generates the sensation of joy
that shows in my countenances
that inspires the virtue

Think and ponder
from the core deep inside
The Hidden Hands that sustain the nature
and provide the never-ending love

I know I am so blessed
to get the love given by the Holy Being
occupying the whole space of my heart
that permeates into the depth of my soul

Chelsea Whitfield writes poetry and short fiction. She is a member of OOTA and SWWWA. She has published in Tempus, OOTA, 2022, Tapestry, SWWWA, 2023 and the e-magazine Mozzie.