The Silent Voice

is tapping gently on my consciousness
as if it is the gateway to the content
looming at my upper left, approaching
from behind, and it is mine to watch
its transubstantiation--all my senses
on alert for rendezvous with God.

 

Or is that just another name we give
for spirit ferrying across the misty chasm
lying just beyond the mind?

My unselfish higher self,
a god-impersonator perhaps,
lacks guile, his robe is mystery--
no other dress will fit his grand design.

I am no man I want to be
until I let him in.

And there my eyelids close
to open on a world I could not see;
the voice demands
that I be silent, too, and then
the wordless wisdom has the chance
to speak.

 

You?  Awaiting my translation?
No,  your own ethereal sprite
is there to part the mists as well.
For they are just the passing cloud,
not to obscure, but lure us
into watching, listening,
perceiving glimpses that may grow
to let a mortal know
there is the power with which
he can embrace eternity!
                    ~

 

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

"perceving glimpses that may grow" - should be "perceiving"

The third stanza is particularly stellar to me, while the poem in its entirity is splendid. This harkens back to "The Poetic Cycle," which I read earlier.

Very nice.

[Dean]

Thanks again, for spotting the typo. This was written a relatively long time ago, when I was a bit more certain about God. No matter. God or not, I still accept the mystique--and the surprises--
open to us as we delve beyond consciousness.

[carol burgess romance]

The Holy Spirit...yes indeed..if we listen we will hear...I wrote a poem named The Voice with same kine of concept...I will look and see if I can find it

[Dean]

I guess most spirits we encounter are holy. At least one hopes so.

[carol burgess romance]

yes indeed...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Or is that just another name we give
for spirit ferrying across the misty chasm -- great lines!

This was extremely well written, though I can always count on you for well written pieces. You have a way with telling a story, and this one is introspective and thought provoking. The last stanza shined so brightly...a very delicately shrouded piece that deserves praise. Well done!

[Dean]

Thanks...but I am never averse to observations about how the writing may be mproved. I will always welcome them.

[Marie]

The silent voice is there...we never listen...perhaps it's too silent to be heard...