There’s a voice that calls from way beyond the skyline,
I hear it sometimes in my sleep, my dreams,
It urges me to be the best I can be,
I fail a lot, I feel, or so it seems.
The voice believes in me and I don’t know why,
I believe in it because I hear,
Its repetition, loving me through silence,
Belies the notion I’m alone, it’s near.
It touches me with warmth and understanding,
It rescues me from doubts I hold inside,
The voice is reassuring and I welcome
Its confidence in me, celestial pride.
I scarcely recognise its tone, its tenor,
It’s gentle, strokes my brow when I am weak,
It smiles sometimes, I hear that, I’m encouraged,
It nudges me to keep on, always still to seek.
I love this voice, it comforts me in waking,
In darkness and in dark nights of the soul,
I suspect it may be god or maybe just me
Loving self when temptation is to scold.
I hear it now, it’s smiling as I write this,
It’s nudging once again to just get on,
Do the best I can and pat my shoulder,
The voice of life and love that keeps me going.
Do you hear it, that still voice inside you,
Deeper down than anyone can reach,
Knowing you and knowing me, our voices,
The omnipresent ones that seek to teach.