The Ticking of the Clock


As I wait for you

I hear the ticking of the clock,

the sound is so loud

your voice is blocked.

It’s hard to hear you

when the ticking’s so loud.

Though I try and try

your voice can’t be found.

Dear precious Lord,

please send your voice

to drown out the noise.

Please show me you are here

and dry up my tears.

As the clock keeps ticking,

I will be waiting and listening.

4 thoughts on “The Ticking of the Clock

    • T says:

      No worries Anne I do know God can hear me. Sometimes it just seems like the noises of life will sneak in on my prayer time which is frustrating to me. I hope you are doing well 🙂


  1. Men of One Accord says:

    T, Sometimes that ticking clock is inside my head replaying the hurt over and over. I can feel this poem deep within me! That is what I love about poetry it touches our heart in each one of us in a personal way. Have a happy Thanksgiving, and God Bless! 🙂


    • T says:

      It sure does and I know you really understand poetry 🙂 Thank you for sharing how my poem affected you. you have a happy Thanksgiving too! There is so much to be thankful for 🙂


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