Rushing forward,
Swooping back
Pushing pumping
Up and down
Sounds of laughter
Echoing rising
Lifting pausing
Catch your breath
Back-and-forth
Now gently sway
Calming floating
Happy smiles
Peaceful pastime
Simple joys
– – – – – – – – – Charlotte-Anne Allen
Summer’s bright splash of color
Swaying in greeting to wind’s light touch
Quiet conductors with raised wands
Now trills the songbirds’ joy
In harmony with busy buzzing
Neighbor greeting neighbor and
Workers moving in steady contentment
They lead an attentive orchestra
Turning to hear their voices and
Lifting faces to welcome soft touch
So, we move to quiet beat
Giving thanks for day’s harmony
For splashes of color and gentle touches
Work well done and songs well sung
Charlotte-Anne Allen [Re-posted]
God of wonder,
God of awe.
Master. Creator
Of us all
See majestic mountains,
Ocean’s span,
Universe’s sparkle,
And ripples of sand.
God, full of mystery,
Speaks our name.
Awesome. Mighty.
Always the same.
Here among us
You delight.
Healer Father
In our sight.
God of wonder!
– Charlotte-Anne Allen
Reposted
Quiet heart for listening.
Quiet heart for receiving.
Quiet heart for knowing joy,
Amidst life’s turns and twists.
Quiet heart for peace.
Quiet heart for love.
Quiet heart for knowing God,
Ever by our side.
Quiet heart for one.
Quiet heart for all.
Quiet heart for we are His,
Children in His care.
May God grant us quiet hearts,
Knowing this great truth.
Secure and comforted day by day,
Abiding in His arms.
Charlotte-Anne Allen
On a silent night
Near the little town of Bethlehem,
While shepherds watched their flocks,
There came something wonderful upon a midnight clear.
The shepherds heard angels on high.
Hark! These herald angels were singing
Hallelujah and
Joy to the world!
Away in the manger
What child is this we see?! Jesus Christ!
This baby born in a stable! We are still astonished.
What a holy night that was!
He was the promised star, come out of Jacob.
A gift from God. Now what is the gift we can bring?
The three kings were wise men who recognized who Jesus was.
The little drummer boy knew the greatest of gifts.
Mary did you know what was to come,
You who gave yourself to God and cared for this boy child?
God rest all people, merry gentlemen and joyful ones.
Hear tidings of comfort and joy! Jesus loves us.
… Born this Christmas night!
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Re-Posting my poem which inspired the name of this website: “The Still Small Voice – for Just a Weed”. For those hearts out there who, like all of us, sometimes feel insignificant. A call for us to see the value and beauty of each life. Precious in God’s sight.
I see your face
Shining bravely
And so I stop
To get acquainted.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
Delicate flower
Standing there
Surrounded
By the tended growth.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
A splash of cheer;
Yellows and blues,
White and purple,
Lilac too.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
I laugh; I chuckle.
I smile with joy
As I make my pass
Around their home.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
What weeds are these?
Unwanted ones?
Not at all… but rather,
Unnoticed treasures,
Loyal companions,
Fullness of life!
– Charlotte-Anne Allen
Upon this earth we leave our mark
Our steps upon its mantle
What do they say about us though?
What stories do they share?
They speak of joy in simple pleasures
Like playful children we jump and twirl
Gentle tiptoes expressing love
Angry stomping voicing pain
Striding forward on our own
Or strolling companionably arm-in-arm
A footprint left now clear and firm
Speaks of wisdom skill or knowledge
Those scuff marks left as we drag our feet
Signs of struggles or despair
As determined toddlers do we rise again
…learning growing trying the new?
What do we see as we view our ways?
Steps and steps upon the trail
Charlotte-Anne Allen
The Shepherd cares for you and me
Protector, guide, and great provider
God’s words spoken since time began
To prophets and kings who guided the sheep
Near Bethlehem town that starry night
A host of angels brought good news,
To humble shepherds who watched their flock,
Of a new ruler born to shepherd us all
They quickly went and found him there
The Christ Child born to humble home
Departing then they joyfully told
The amazing story… He’s here, he’s come!
Follow the Good Shepherd, source of all life
Who brought us hope to share with all
Shepherds we too, now care for His flock and
Remember the story of that first Christmas night
Charlotte-Anne Allen 12/25/2021
Summer’s bright splash of color
Swaying in greeting to wind’s light touch
Quiet conductors with raised wands
Now trills the songbirds’ joy
In harmony with busy buzzing
Neighbor greeting neighbor and
Workers moving in steady contentment
They lead an attentive orchestra
Turning to hear their voices and
Lifting faces to welcome soft touch
So, we move to quiet beat
Giving thanks for day’s harmony
For splashes of color and gentle touches
Work well done and songs well sung
In life’s small pauses
Clarity rises
As a photo in one’s mind
Minutes slow
Moments to be treasured
Pulled out
In quiet contemplation
Of times past
I rock in peaceful silence
Breath slows
Drawing in evenings coolness
Settled calm
Rest now and be comforted
Wrapped in stillness
Receive joy’s presence
Gift of minutes
The Still Small Voice 