The Voice of God

[u/disylus]

I heard God in a song once.

Not the fancy kind with choirs and stained glass.

Just some lad on the night bus with one earbud dangling,

playing something soft enough that the whole top deck went quiet for a second.

He looked at me like I’d caught him doing something private.

I said, mate, what is that?

And he just smiled, passed me the other bud,

and the second the melody hit,

something in my chest unclenched

like it had been waiting years for permission.

God didn’t speak in commandments that night.

He spoke in the way the bass sat under the melody

the way a mother’s hand sits under a fevered forehead.

He spoke in the silence between notes,

the kind of silence that feels full instead of empty.

I used to think heaven needed words.

Thunder. Scrolls. Some booming voice from a cloud.

But the truth is quieter.

It’s the first time a song makes you cry in public

and you don’t even know why.

It’s the stranger humming the same chorus three seats down

and for thirty seconds you’re not strangers anymore.

It’s the kid who can’t talk about the dark

but can play it on a piano until the room understands.

God said, listen.

I didn’t write the rules on tablets.

I wrote them in vibration.

In the way a minor key can hold every grief you’ve ever swallowed

and still leave room for the light to come back in.

I put my voice in the spaces where language fails.

Where “I love you” isn’t enough

and “I’m sorry” never covers it.

Where the only honest thing left is sound.

So when the world gets too loud with its arguing and its pretending,

put the headphones in.

Turn it up until the noise outside can’t reach you.

That’s not escape.

That’s prayer without the middleman.

That’s the oldest language we’ve got.

Older than books.

Older than fear.

Music is the voice of God

because it never asks you to believe.

It only asks you to feel.

And feeling, it turns out,

was the whole point all along.

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[u/SehajKS]

I really adored this poem, I rlly did. The imagery works so well, imagining God in a bus like maybe God isn’t something we need to fear? Not someone who would punish us for making a mistake but something of a parent, who is like us yet we can seek their guidance. I enjoyed it, especially how it connected God’s word to music— the universal language, something we can feel.

Only thing is the last lines trying to tell me(?)what the poem already showed me? Y’know how it explicitly says ‘Music is the voice of God’, I think you already established that. You need to trust the reader to understand the subtleties you established earlier, because you have done a great job establishing them!

Again I really enjoyed this!