|Voices Along a Journey
Author: AmoScribere PM
A man goes walking and has a conversation with a notsostrange stranger.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 485 - Published: 12-02-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2284109
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Voices argue inside my pathetic little head
Telling me I can't do this or that or anything.
Frustrated, I yell at them loudly to stop.
But they don't listen; they pretend I'm dead.
These voices choose to stick to their fight.
Something inside me wants to give up
Yet, there is a stubbornness that won't let me
Fail, run away, flee from their plight.
I feel a gentle tap on my bare arm
And slowly, cautiously I turn to glance
Finding myself close and face to face
With a stranger who hopefully means no harm.
He seems to be quite a well-meaning fellow
Who simply wants to talk for a moment
His easy-going mannerisms and ways
Make him seem rather quite mellow.
"This has got to stop, my lad,"
His sharp voice commands
The very full of my attention
"Or it might as well drive you mad."
I stare at him, and he briefly at me
As my thoughts try to focus
On what this stranger means
As he and I are from different realities.
My stare is blank, while his are keen
My own dark eyes are doubtful
Of his seemingly truthful ones
And what exactly they could mean.
"Son of mine, do you know who I am?"
He asked me in a tone that made my knees shake.
I replied with a "no", then saw him smile
And answer, "I created you- that's who I AM."
It was then that I realized
My life had just been saved
By this compassionate fellow
Who doesn't seem surprised.
To my amazement, he's back doing his duties
Chasing away all of those nasty voices
And putting silence on them forever
Punishing them eternally for their mutinies.
He gives me a hug, and I start to cry.
Wrapped up in his loving mercy and grace,
It's more than I ask for and I don't deserve.
I should get death- and want to know why.
"My son," he whispers in my ear.
With one gentle hand, he beckons me forth.
I sit on the ground, as he says to me,
"The story I'm telling is one you must hear."
So that day I recieved a lesson in history:
How sin was introduced to humans
But a death on the cross worked it all out
And how the heavens declare this newfound glory.
From that day on, I swore to tell
My story of meeting this once strange fellow
And how this encounter, it changed my life
And mostly, things have worked out well.
So now you're the ones I'm telling this to.
Look for his mercy, his compassion and love.
You're now the ones with a choice to make:
Will you accept or reject what He's offering you?