His Voice

I sit outside and listen to the wind blow. I swear I heard your voice an I haven't heard it in forever. I heard you call out my name. I look around and know I am not alone in spirit.

"Listen my little one," I hear you call to me.

"I am the voice of your history dont be afraid just follow me answer when I call you an I'll set you free."

In the distance I hear thunder and the wind picks up with a cold chill blowing. I start to talk to you. "Where ...?"

"Listen to me ..." You say "I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain ..." I stand in the middle of the clearing as the wind rages and the rain pours down hard.

"... I am the voice of your hunger and pain. I am the voice that always is calling you ..."
I hear you call to me as my pain that is dormant throbs only a little bit.

"... I am the voice and I will remain." I nod and whisper "You will remain."

"I am the voice in the fields when the summers gone, the dance of the leaves when the autumns wind blow ne'er do i sleep throughout all the cold winter long ..." I see the leaves spring up and blow around almost in a dance.

"... I am the force that in springtime will grow." I stand in wonder at everything that Im hearing and witnessing.
"I am the voice of the past that will always be. Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields. I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace. Bring me your peace, an my wounds, they will heal. I am the voice."

I'm drenched to the bone yet Im frozen listening to your voice hearing you say all these things whether wondrous or frightening and yet I trust you. I am not afraid of you. I'll let you take me. I'll be yours forever.