A Poem by Darlene Collazo
I get tired of all the ‘noise’ going on around me.
I am no longer interested in false illusions this world constantly taunts me with.
I am nauseated by the counterfeit perceptions of success and happiness offered me by this culture and society.
Everywhere I look, sin is flaunted.
Everywhere I turn my face, sin is elevated high.
Sin is paraded around.
Worn as badges of honor;
Chests pumped up.
Heads held up.
Stars and stripes of so-called honor.
And sin is lifted high.
I get tired of all the ‘noise’.
I seek the whispers of a God who has something more to say.
More than deceptive words tickling my ears.
More than the unreliable and suspicious promises of this world.
I seek to hear the One Who can breathe words voicelessly, yet so loudly He causes my spirit to tremble.
I seek to hear words that quench my thirst.
Words that fan the flame of my soul.
I seek to hear the words of the One whose depth I can never understand on this side of heaven.
I long to escape the shallow waters of this culture and plunge into the profundity of the I AM.
And so, I bend down low. I prostrate myself.
Face touching the dry and filthy dirt from which I came from.
And in compliance to the One whose tug I can no longer break away from, I submit.
Deep down from the surface of my superficial every day,
I hear the whispers of God…’Come…there’s so much more!’