When upon my bed I lay to down rest,
I pray to my Father I have done my best.
Then the morning comes, His voice I hear,
A voice that leads me without fear.
His small voice, whispering wisdom and love.
Feeling his presence from Heaven above.
But then another small voice, finds my ear,
A voice so familiar I shed a tear.
This voice I hear I have known from birth,
But not from Heaven, but here on Earth.
For my mother’s voice, I hear as well,
For in her arms, my heart has dwelled.
Her soft whisper in good times and bad,
Can warm my heart when glad or sad.
For a mother’s love is soft and true,
She knows the heart that beats in you.
I am never alone as I plot my courses,
For I walk my path with two small voices
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A good depiction of spiritual voice and the voice of reason, voices that guard and guide against all encumbrances in life. Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with spiritual insight in good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing Johnny. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.