He Speaks Poem by Rebecca Navarre

The voice of God, is like the wind.
Or the strong waves, as they come
crashing in. Or the sound of the choir,
as the gospel they sing. Or in the
sound of the thunder, as the lightening
flashes and claps, echoing. Or in the
sound of many seagulls, as they take off
flapping their wings. Or in the rivers
mighty roar. Or the light, from the light house,
guiding ships to shore. Or in sounds that are
so harmonic, to the heart and soul. The sound
of the church bells, as they toll. He speaks to
us each in many ways. Each and every single
day. Maybe in a whisper, or the suns morning
rays. And of course the bible, with what the
verses say.