The Voice Of God Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

I never heard God speak to man
Should be surprised if he really exists either
Says the atheist in a rather settled tone
Under his pitch though desperation is stirred

Tell me still does God speak in thunder
Is he rather shy and utters in soprano?
Through my dreams I have travelled far and wide
Yet in all my escapades and adventures never stumbled into him

Man yet longs for a determined voice
All he got has been an echo from sheiks, pastors, rabbis and teachers
Not something dependable he could tune his ears to
If only god could wake and decide to speak this afternoon
How long could man wait in this world of turmoil and uncertainty

An inspired wave comes along
Opens man's eyes to gods voices
Through nature god speaks
Soak your skin and clothes in the rain and you'll hear it
Listen to the morning birds sing and you heard it
Look at the laughter of the child play and you'll hear it
The thunder in the sky cracks as you listen to it
Read of the Israelites long struggle on their journey and it's astoundingly clear

The voice of god is everywhere
Even to the deaf he speaks clear
The blind see it as clear as day when open up their hearts
Even in your sleep he speaks
Open your eyes, your mind and heart He speaks even when you're not eager to listen