Poem July 26, 2021 ISSUE

While I was listening . . .

Chris Johnson

An angel message suddenly appeared to me—
insistent, yet peaceful; clear, yet still.
The Shepherd indeed was leading me forward,
and I allowed myself to receive and follow Her voice.
No worldly logic, no cold conventional wisdom, no overbearing analytics,
just a calm intuition—a joyful, gentle breeze of inspiration . . .
Not prodding us to seek power or riches or aggression,

just nudging us to the divine consciousness—the house of the Lord,
where we learn to bless mankind.

Chris Johnson

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