When the noise of this world 
threatens to block my view, 
please reach out to me 
in summer’s aroma of honeysuckle 
in winter’s blanket of silent snow
in the call of robins returning for spring 
in the wisp of breeze that autumn brings. 

When the noise of this world 
gains distraction from You,
please shake free my soul
with thundering clouds overhead
with winds knocking trees all about
with waters that rise beyond the beach 
with heartache surrounding my mind’s reach.

At times, You will see
what I need 
is simple diplomacy; 
but then there is me
when I am seeing only me
that a knock over the head’s
what it takes to wake the dead.