Invisible

What if this the most important message I have ever received? Floating somewhere in the air I breathe? Caught between Heaven and my free will? How much would it take to ignore it? I could stop writing. Leave my office, run away into my fantasies. Read a book, eat some lunch, watch T.V. I have done it successfully before. How easy it is to turn away from the sound. Your voice is easily muted then forgotten. I am inadequate, distracted, unfinished. I am as invisible as the sound of your words. It is so easy to be invisible. No risk, no failure, no mistakes, Perfection only I can see. Why are you invisible? Why are you whispering to me? You are making yourself visible. I can hear you and I do not like it. I do not want it. Your words remain a mystery. Given only to me. Why do I hear you, while others do not? No one believes me when I try to report. Of all the things I have learned about you Your character, form, and function, I both least and most understand the invisibility. Standing out in the crowd got you crucified. So why should I step out? Make myself known as your scribe? Can listening to you be taught? Where are you when I hear your words? You see, I want to touch you. See your face, hold your hand. Talk to you while you tell me your plan. You exist in my faith, but I hear your call. And wonder why?