The Inner Voice (1) Poem by Max Reif

'You're completely covered with Wings, but
you can't even fly a foot! ' said the Voice
as I woke from my nap that evening.

No one else was in the room.
Had I heard the voice of an Angel?
Had I heard the voice of God?

Clearly, the Voice was within me:
the 'sound' wasn't sound as we know it,
and yet it was sound, just the same.

Thirty years have already gone by now
as I try to discover my Wings
to use them to soar to the heights.