The VoiceA Poem by Mari McKeeThis is a poem about a call barely heard that must be discovered.The Voice Alluring azure beckons with a soulful Gregorian chant of unknown language, A haunting melody, a déjà vu’ that can’t be remembered but lies on the edge of memories, Golden orb suspended in black abyss, with a glitter of diamonds paying homage, He treads atop the crushed skeletal remains of past citizens of this glorious realm. He begins wading through God’s salty tears, intermittently being both pushed forward then pulled back, Ceasing to fight, he learns faith, He briefly contemplates if he is dying or already dead, or is in the midst of a dream or hallucination, The experience is supreme to anything he has, hitherto, experienced in life. He reaches a point where the musical cacophony is much more distinct, Arpeggio combines with allegro in a marriage of fantasia, Unable to decipher or distinguish what he hears, its beauty is beyond belief, Stunned, he suddenly realizes he is hearing the voice of God. M. McKee © 2015 Mari McKeeAuthor's Note
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 AuthorMari McKeeBlythewood, SCAboutI am a college instructor in the health field. I have 4 horses, 3 dogs, 2 cats and an adorable ferret on my small farm. I have been a pianist since age three, and began college as a music major. After.. more..Writing
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