I opened the door again and walked into the room
The sea of voices longing to be heard.
I am pulled in every direction–
How can I really listen when all of the voices are yelling,
All at once.
Confusion and anxiety are now being felt in my body.
I am overwhelmed after being in the room only a few minutes
I walk out the door and catch my breath.
I wonder, what is it that calls to my soul?
I can’t figure it out.
I want to say something… to add to the noise.
Somehow I know I can contribute, that my voice would like to be heard too.
But my voice is a mere whisper,
that my own soul can’t hear.
So I quiet my anxious heart and grow still,
and hold the tension I feel.
And I pray, God, can you hear over all this noise?
tell me, what calls to my soul?