His Voice

by Geraldine Craw

HIS VOICE

His voice

Echoes out of every hill,

Every rock,

And from every solitary pebble

Lying along the farm track

I walk.

Calling,

His name,

His name,

His name,

Yahweh.

The words of our Creator

Whisper quietly on the breeze,

Blowing warm

Through tree trunks growing in

Forgotten valleys,

Harboring hidden flora treasures

Not often enjoyed,

Saying,

Be amazed,

Be amazed,

Be amazed.

Ancient Rock

Cries out from the beginning of time,

Your praise,

Your praise,

Your praise.

I walk on

And feel His goodness wrap around me

Like a golden cloth of light.

I turn my face toward His warmth,

And my heart cries out,

I follow You, Jesus,

Your way,

Your way,

Your way.

GERALDINE CRAW

Geraldine Craw is a writer, artist, farmer, and poet. She lives on a four-and-a-half-thousand acre farm in the wilds of Northland, New Zealand. She loves walking, sitting, and pondering in her home wilderness, and being awed and inspired by the beauty and goodness of the Lord God. She has published three novels, one poetry book, and an adult coloring book.

Find her on Amazon or visit www.wildstrawberriespublishing.co.nz or her poetry Substack: geriattarai@substack.com.