I found this poem in a digital file.  I wrote it in 2009

the still small voice

a whisper in my ear

reason becomes clear

Intuition aware

You direct me steps with gentle cajoles

And reveal where I need repair

To rebuild bridges once in despair

As You lead me past shadows of doubt

Clarity of thought lifts the shroud

Enabling me to live out loud!

Oh what a blessing to hear

The still small voice

So near; so clear

© 2009

Wow! I love it…that gave me goosebumps just transcribing it…wonder what I was going through? But absolutely love it.  Going home now (cos still in studio).  Hope to find some more poems (in boxes…)  wow…the still small voice…aye? nice…