COMMUNITY | NATURE | CONVERSATION
I’m Listening
Who’s whispering?
2 min readSep 25, 2024
Inside, buried under
concrete consonants,
swells a lusty, prurient
vowel, just waiting, aching
to be caught, seduced,
stoked to feverish union
with your pulse
When Nature rhymes
beauty, whispering your
name as you go gusting
through a blur of morning
just stop — hear
the green, her curve, this
ardor offered freely and
in response say, Oh — I
came to life for You:
in my Soul, I’m listening
What’s on your mind today? I’m listening.
Nature speaks to us constantly. It’s cliché, I know. But how often do you really get the message?