that Voice

i wrote this in Bolivia 3 years ago, it just resurfaced recently from the mass of pieces of paper that fill my life :-)

that voice

calls me from the desert

calls me from my lost wonderings

like His chosen people i circled going nowhere

until i heard that voice

that voice

Voice which speaks LIFE into being

where there was nothing .barreness.

an empty womb now holds a seed of hope

that will blossom as it bathes in the light of that voice

that voice

whispers tenderly.

carried on a breeze.

that voice
breaks with grief.
when they put their hands over their ears to block out the sound.
when they turn their backs and bury their heads in the sand.

BUT THAT VOICE WILL NOT BE SILENCED.

Hear it rage in the storms
in the pounding of hooves racing into battle to fight.

when that voice speaks for you,

who can stand against you?

that voice

roars in the waves.

sings with the stars.

who has ever heard anything more powerful,

powerful enough to shake the earth's foundations,

to drown out death itself?

yet if you listen closer,

you will hear beauty beyond description,

melodies that cut into the core of your being.

vibrations to unsettle you from the tunes you were dancing to before.

harmonies that beckon you to follow.

thirst for more of that voice.

that voice.

which articulated itself in flesh and bone.

mind.

emotion.

tangible.

man.

took the risk of being ignored.

hushed itself to humble whispers in a far flung corner of the earth.

that voice.

spoke healing.

challenged. provoked. wept. loved.

that voice

was crushed one dark day.

all creation moaned.

but on the third day

that voice

proclaimed

VICTORY.

and

that voice

is calling me