God’s Heartbeat

By Elliott Robertson

It took me by surprise, the unrelenting knocking at my door.

For years I turned a deaf ear to God’s heartbeat,

the sound of spirit rushing through my lungs.

Now I sit under the moonlight

feeling beetles crawl upon my skin.

The lion and the lamb are waiting

‘cross the prairie, waiting for divinely ordered calls to let me in.

Lion, tree and dove are waiting near my heart,

asking me to open the gates:

a cooing, and a roar, a rustling of leaves,

the sound of rain falling all around me.

The rain, the tree, they want to merge with me.

I hear them whisper, “Let us in.”

Elliott Robertson

4528 Locust Street

Philadelphia, PA 19139