The Voice

Written in 2007

 

Standing in silence
Alone with the one
I can express myself to
Alone with myself
I hear a faint call
Straining I concentrate

A Voice calling
Calling, calling, calling me

Me?
The only voice I like
To hear is mine
But there is something there
Something different in that Voice
A warmth
A kindness
A want
Of me

What does this Voice want?
To whom does it belong?
I long to hear clearly

Slowly, softly comes the Voice
I hear
Beautiful refrains flowing
Comforting
Telling me of it’s love
It’s perfect love
I want so much to believe the Voice
The Voice bids me come
I start towards the Voice
It tells me of all that it has for me
For me!
More then just myself

Company, friends beyond myself
Then it tells me that
Outsiders will be my friends
I stop
I cannot be with outsiders
They don’t know me
They will never get it
But, that Voice
I want to follow
Yet my fears hold me back
The Voice beckons me
I step
The Voice tells me of two paths
The first path is life
The second is death
It begs me to choose life
Tears falling
I don’t want to go with the outsiders
I tell this to the Voice
The Voice in turn tells me
That if I don’t come I will be the outsider
So I go
Down the first path
As I near those who are outside
The panic starts to rise
I cannot
I cannot bear my soul to them
They will only mock
Criticize and turn me into a joke
My soul cannot take that
But the Voice turns me to them
Overcome by emotion
I slowly, slightly open my soul
The outsiders step forward

And I shrink in their stare
They start to speak
I cringe for here it comes
The joking and jeering
The first outsider points and says
”How beautiful”
The second says
”My I have never seen anything like it”
A third exclaims
”It’s like a rose
Beautiful and elegant
Slowly opening to reveal
A beauty beyond anything ever seen”
My heart sinks at their words
I cannot believe my ears
What are they saying?
Why are they not mocking me?
An outsider bends to me
Looking me in the eye
They pick me up and begin to dance with me
Then they stop
Grabbing their chest they pull back the sides
Exposing their soul in full to me
And they spread their arms
And wrap me in them
Holding me they say
”You are beautiful
I have been waiting for you”
Someone was waiting for me?
But why?

The Voice echoes across us
It proclaims that I have come at last
And all of the outsiders rejoice
Singing and dancing
Then the one who held me says
”We rejoice for you have been found”