He Talks To Me Poem by Robert Katuli

He talks to me wherever I may be
Sometimes He just whispers to me
He also shouts for me to quickly hear and see
He surely loves to talk to me

In flowing rivers His still small voice I do hear
In rushing wind His whispers I catch so clear
In singing birds His sweet melodies are to my soul dear
In rumbling thunder His shouts instil in me godly fear

Softly He whispers to my ear His instruction
At times my hearing is so impaired I miss even a fraction
To ensure I still get it He unleashes on me an affliction
No chance to miss it again when He takes this action

I can hear Him talk to me when I gaze at the Milky Way
I hear His voice when I look at the blasphemy on display
I hear Him talk to me through what I see on the holy highway
He just loves talking to me all the way!