Echoes of the Divine #1012

Echoes of the Divine (Whispers of Divine Act) In quiet moments, beneath the world’s ceaseless hum, A whisper stirs the soul’s deep caverns— "Dear children, love not with words, nor with speech's trim, But in deeds, in the firm soil of truth." Across our desert wanderings, beneath questioning skies, "What is it?" our voices echo, innocent and unsure. More than mere sustenance from heaven, It is the daily bread from unseen hands, A sign of divine constancy in our midst. On the shores of our frailty stands He, firm, "I am the Bread of Life," He claims. Each word a stone across doubt’s waters, Rippling through ages, quenching spirits’ thirst, Making the mundane sacred, the simple, divine. This fabric of faith—woven from celestial murmurs, From hearts that question, from Bread that speaks— Reveals a love profound. God in action, silent yet potent, Moves stars, stirs inner seas. Let us love, not in whispers, But in actions that dance on heaven’s verge, Where truth dwells and deeds outshout the storm. Written by Steven G. Lee (April 25, 2024)