Archive 02/10/10

   

A Voice

                                                                  

I heard a voice, just the other day

(Or was it this very frigid Wednesday a.m.?),

A voice as vague as it was strangely clear, far away yet near

(Or was it so close that it was just out of hearing range?),

A voice to which I listened, intently, as best I could, anyway,

Hesitant, almost afraid

To let the slightest quaver, inflection, diapason get away;

Indeed, I felt compelled to embrace it,

For what it might say, to me, about myself and eternity,

 

As if, inherent in the mystic intricacies of its whispering,

It might have had something prophetic, revelational to impart,

Something not prolix, didactic, self-righteous,

Rather pithy, austere, wise, compassionate, tender,

Something glowing with hope, something soulful,

Something capable of changing the course of my life's river,

Transporting me, on its nurturing flow,

To the source of whatever I'd become, if I'd just surrender...

Which I did, only to find silence speaking to me.

 

                           

 

 

 

                                               

 

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