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Voices surround me.
Abound within a without of me.
And fill as far as the eyes can hear.
Can my ears see what they say -
or push away from the things I can't stand to hear.
Voices support me.
And some would like to thwart me.
From the places my life needs to go.
Can my heart sustain what repeats in my brain -
or flutter on impulse to and fro.
Clarity and vision would be the position that I'd like to forever take.
So I run towards the gate that leads to the way -
of promise, of hope and of faith.
I'd like to leave behind the ones without grace,
that hold me back from the true path that calls.
With you standing close by, my chances are nigh to swoop and to fly, no clipped wings in my wardrobe to wear.
A Voice sustains me.
And always retains a place to be.
If only my ears would always tune in and hear.
Yet, that dial is so tempting to turn.
When will this willful hand ever learn?
Those other frequencies have no joy to spurn.
They only chatter,and prattle and spin.
A Voice still calls me.
And knows the vision of all I should see.
As I press back to center to hear it again.
Then I will hear that Voice lovingly, gently, directing me
- in the path that once was only a far-off-hopeful-dream.
This Voice's dream I pray will become my reality.
T.L. Eastman May 2010