Noise blocks the path
That leads to You
So many false prophets
Attempting to harness
The essence that is You

Telling others what
You are about
How we should behave
In regards to their
Interpretation of
Your will

It leaves a
Bitter taste in my mouth
And feeling further away
From Your grace
Than is proper

But every so often
You come to me unbidden
And I feel Your warmth
Encompassing my soul
Massaging my temples
And I am thankful
For the reprieve

Your most precious works
Are not done in grandiose manner
In very public places
But in private moments
Such as these