But love would come and go like a spring tide

If you hear voices as did Joan of Arc
Don’t let on,just be polite and smile
Those who speak with God find it’s no lark

I used to sit with my dad in the park
He liked to talk and I  was soon beguiled
Do you hear voices as did Joan of Arc?

Inside my heart, his conversations sparked
When he died,my life went into file
Those who speak with God find it’s no lark

I put my games and dolls in cupboards dark
Silently, I  filled my heart with ice
Do you hear voices as did Joan of Arc?

I was mute until God’s angel spoke
He told me I  would know much love despite
Those who speak with God have built an Ark

I never would be rich in money bright
But love would come and go like a spring tide
Do you hear those voices, Joan of Arc
Those who  hear from God don’t want to talk

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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