On Hearing the Word of the Lord

God seemed more vocal in my younger days –
more tangible, embodied and defined.
A sense of presence came in clearer ways –
it seemed that words were given, underlined.
The vision in my mind I knew as gift,
the words so wryly apt I felt God formed,
or gave the book that readied me to shift
my sights, my soul, to claim a world transformed.
Now though I still await the given word,
I trace it lightly on the page, not clear
what meaning quirks in what I thought I heard.
It swirls like steam drawn up to disappear;
yet insubstantial clouds can catch the light,
and draw the eyes that find the sun too bright.

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