The Voice
A voice can be a blessing or a curse
Its tone directed by the state of heart;
Uplifting, giving praise, or the reverse
When it is used to lie and tear apart
With seeds of doubt and sly, pernicious art.
It can spread hate or tenderness impart.
From birth to death a voice can reassure
And benefit the empathetic ear.
It can enlighten, nurture and secure
A sense of inner peace and banish fear,
When words of truth from wisdom's lips we hear,
And voices from the distant past draw near.
Combined with melody it can inspire
As music and the sentiments embrace.
A voice may set a smitten heart on fire
Or heal the soul with hymns of saving grace.
Each voice is quite unique within our race
And myriads of timbres interface.
And when our voice is stilled at journey's end
What message will the lasting echoes send?
30.05.19
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest : sponsored by Emile Pinet
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2019
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