Signs

I thought I heard
Your voice in the thunder.
I listened for You
While the sky loudly pounded.

My eyes searched the heavens
For a mystical door.
I sought only signs
A child would look for.

I tried to create You
Wherever I went.
I watched and I waited
For the slightest of hints.

I should have listened
To the still voice inside.
Counsel is present
For in me, You abide.

©Speckled Horse Music
04.17.2001