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Conversation With God

I heard a voice

It spoke to me

Of goodness climes

And lighter lives

I heard a voice

This afternoon.

 

It asked me whether I was me

It asked me how I felt and charged no fee

It asked me if it made me feel free

It said it might be around for eternity.

 

I heard a voice

It made me feel

Warm of heart

And assuring arms

I heard a voice

This afternoon.

 

It rang like the mellowness of a church bell

It rang with sweetness and banished the death knell

It rang with a longing of past lives found

It rang and said love like air doth abound.

 

I heard a voice

It made me smile

And touched me

And lingered on a while

I heard a voice this afternoon

It stays with me.

 

I spoke as a little boy would

For it made me feel cared for

It made me laugh and smile

Happiness more than I was prepared for

And it went taking a part of me

Which I grudge not willingly.

 

But I fear

For where there IS

So will be the tear

And longing and separation

Our twins of life

They prepare not for emptiness

And neither for strife.

 

I ask myself often

What ho of life

To steal what is yours

To take without diminishing the whole

To give without denying the souls – that be with us

Not to take from those around

But to give them even more

Not to steal from us either

For within we are part of a whole.

 

Together we are lonely

Separate we are lonely

If loneliness it be

Then life ceases its mystery

Its not whether we know how to give

But whether we know what it is to take.

 

I heard a voice

This afternoon

A parallel universe

Yet this life itself

Life is not a curse

Neither is belief

For I trust

Be it passion

Or call it lust

That which is within

Had to begin

We are

Akin.  

 Let the voice add not

Neither let it take

Let it be the talisman

Which prevents the mistakes we made

Let it help us love better those around

Let it guide us through the obstacles around

Let it give us the strength to be

For the moments we might steal

Is but we

 

Conversation with the God

The voice within.

~Vikram C~

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