How often do you long to hear God’s voice ring clear above all the noise surrounding you?
How often do you wish to hear God’s love, hope, and blessing spoken right into your ear?
But even when you can’t, does some part of you still know that’s what God wants to offer you?
If you are new to me, you might not know that my oldest son is deaf. You might also not know that he was hard of hearing since birth but we didn’t finally get him diagnosed til he was 5.
This poem stems from those early days and the love we all feel deep inside even when words fail.
WHEN WORDS FAIL
I know now,
my sweet boy,
that when you were just
a tiny baby
resting gently
in my arms,
you couldn’t
hear the words
I held and spoke
just for you.
Oh, how it must have felt
to only GUESS
at all I tried
so desperately
to share!
Oh, how it must have felt
to not know for sure
if it was
only words of love
whispered gently
into your baby ears!
Oh, how it must have felt…
truth is,
I’ll never know
for sure.
Instead, I can only wonder
if deciphering
my voice
felt for you
like trying to decipher
God’s voice
feels for me.
To be honest,
my dear boy,
God’s voice in my heart
is often muffled.
To be honest,
my sweet child,
God’s voice is
often so hard to discern
among all the voices
shouting their truth
loudly in my ears.
And, more often
than not,
God’s words for me are
hopelessly jumbled,
mixed up,
and drowned out
by my own.
But here’s the truth
as I know it
my lovely son,
MY words to YOU
were always
words of love,
and hope,
and blessing
both then AND now.
And despite the confusion,
the mixed up messages,
the mangled mess of my words
trying so desperately
and yet failing
so miserably
to reach your heart
through your ears,
You knew.
You felt
every bit of my love,
every breath of my hope,
every ounce of my blessing
somewhere deep
inside of you.
I know
because I feel
every bit of God’s love,
every breath of God’s hope,
every ounce of God’s blessing
somewhere deep
inside of me…
in the place
where words may fail
but truth…
truth always
finds a way.
