Hello, Dear Reader:
For most of us, however, the Universe speaks in a much quieter voice. There is a lovely Hindu poem, translated by Ravindra Kumar Karnani, that speaks well of this:
And A Meadow Lark Sang
The child whispered, “God, speak to me”
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
So the child yelled, “God, speak to me!”
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
“God let me see you” and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
“God show me a miracle!”
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
“Touch me God, and let me know you are here!”
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.
For this week’s ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post we want to disuss the quiet voice that speaks to each of us from within.