Drop Poetry | Quiet Time | by Irvin Reed
by Irvin Reed
Shh…listen…do you hear that?
No quiet mind but chit-chat?
Layers upon layers of hijack?
Maybe a prayer or two, some get back?
As a matter of fact, what’s missing?
Why can’t you hear your heart beating?
No love song for your soul singing?
Hawa don’t speak when you’re speaking.
Now flip that, change that; examine.
Hawa is speaking, now do you listen?
He’s playing your soul, ministering.
Your heart is the drum He’s beating.
Nothing is lost when you matter.
Prayers are answered and scattered.
Hijack free so they don’t matter.
A silent mind in full splendor.
It’s quiet time…shh…listen.
HaLal HAWA HAWA