The little voice

The still small voice,a whisper in the ear

Who will hear it in this noisy age?

Pandemonium food banks, fear of war?,

Buying more cheap clothes distill our rage.

Intelligence of any kind is rare

Sometimes suffering gives us time and spurs

Illness is creative for the few

Underneath the panic there is care.

Sit in in ancient churches for the view

Walk along the sea edge see the waves

Poetry music painting must engage

I welcome comments and criticism

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