Learning to Hear

Father, how does one speak with You?

For in light of my honesty,

Speaking to You

Is not the challenge.

Quite frankly,
To me,

Speaking 
Is 
The comfort 
Of

A controlled 
Action.

With sin, as my heritage,

The desire to control,

Is inkling too natural to ignore.

When I do choose to speak,

I, myself become the topic,

My own interest, the concern,

My personal worry, the urgency.

The knowledge that

I have been heard

How I wanted to be heard

Is where my satisfaction lies.

No, speaking to You is not the struggle.

How does one speak with You,
Is what I wonder!

How do I hear You,
How do I listen, to You,
In dialogue dear Maker?
Oh One, whom, I cannot see!

How does one wait in peaceful silence?

How does one relate to the Almighty Voice?

Is listening then, a passive action?

Is it simply to wait and say

Nothing?

Or is listening maybe, active?

Is it to actively respond

To what was heard?

Lord, if speaking with You is my desire,

Then why do I struggle so?

Hearing from You,

Receiving Your words,

Acknowledging Your voice,

Listening, Father,

Is the task which I struggle to perform.

Is it true, Lord

That patience in faith

Is a virtue

You delight

To see

In a faithful servant?

One is then to wonder

If patiently waiting to hear

Your gentle,

Your heavenly voice

Is an active action

In itself.

So many questions,

With You as my topic,

With You as my concern,

With You as my urgency.

Lord, I plead with You,

That

As I learn to wait,

As I learn to hear,

As I learn to listen,

You allow

This heart to be patient,

This heart be faithful,

This heart be intentional.

Allow
This heart to simply become

A friend,

Your

Friend.