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.