Hear the voice
In the wonder of the firmament
Miles away once shrouded in mist
Standing just outside the door
Jumping up and down
Left in mid-air
Left to wander
Into the parking lot, have you forgotten me?
—–
Follow the voice
Once on vacation
Into a cabin of hostages
And a leaving card
Whispers beguiling me
Words are bandages
A touch of tenderness
Act with a knife
Embrace the healing.
—–
Cherish the voice
See me sweat
Salt within
Inside the walls
A place of rest
A palace of treasure
Love poured out
Cut me I bleed,
(What God does for us through Jesus Christ outside of us is one thing, and what he does in us by Jesus Christ is another thing, but the two are simultaneous, or one so immediately succeeds the other, that we hardly discern the interval. – Catherine Booth).
Written for D’Verse – On the other hand.
Life From A Park Bench 
that is an interesting write… words surely can be both – cause wounds and healing – sometimes cuts are necessary like when you do a surgery to get to the core of things and healing can happen
I like the progression of this poem, Alan. We have to hear the voice before we can follow the voice. And after we follow the voice we come to know the voice well and we cherish it more and more with time. A powerful statement.
words have the power to give life or take it away…as to the voice we have to be able to trust it which is not always easy for people…esp when its going to cut…which seems like a bad thing, but can be good….smiles…
Words have the power to heal or to hurt.. wonder sometimes if the same words can do both given the context.
Take “let’s be friends”… could be the end of love or the start of friendship… hmmm maybe that’s a topic of poem
The voice is always there waiting.
I like the idea of God making himself known through a voice, which I supposed is what it is really. After all we see the Bible as the word of God.
Yeowch – this takes a very intense turn, with the hostages – hard to know how to get to freedom. Very interesting. k.
Awesome write, Alan; deep and full of wordly wisdom. Nice!
Great take on the prompt! I think if we remember that pruning and cutting produce growth (in the long run) we will trust that it is good. Hear, follow, cherish the Voice…wonderful progression of relationship! Really enjoyed your poem!
Very moving, this:
“Miles away once shrouded in mist
Standing just outside the door”…
I like how you weaved antithesis all through your poem; I especially liked the knife/healing one… Yes, I do embrace the healing.