The Forgiving Voice
somewhere in the world,
he waits to be recognized.
he waits for the voice,
the calling,
the unknown whisper.
he has waited and waited
year after year.
not knowing when,
not knowing where,
only knowing, hoping, it will come
his faith in the voice, unaltered,
is tested day after day,
hour after hour
unknown ways cross his path and the voice never comes
he stands and sits in the same place, same things every day.
not knowing what to expect or when to expect it
he hides his faith
he lives the life
until, like his faith,
it too falters.
he wakes up in a white place
not knowing who or what he was.
he stands, he knows and cries
he pleads for forgiveness
to the voice of God, the voice of whom he was waiting.
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