The Voice Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

In every heart there is hope
in a guiding hand;
a power to lean on,
a comforting plan,
a grace for this life,
a path on which to trod,
something to believe in;
some evidence of a God.

That hope lives
just inside us,
the truth doesn’t
need a face,
simple as that
voice we all hear,
from a still and quiet place.

A voice that tells us
who we really are,
that we're never
lost or alone;
helping us
hold it all together
and gently leading
us back home.