Until The Voice Spoke Poem by Gladden Scribbles

One night...........In my head,
A voice awakened me and said:
'Arise Gladden, and sit on thy chair'
'And write of things that bring you fear.'

I rose and picked my pen
And journeyed over fields and fen.
From pain to joy, from joy to pain,
I descended into my world of bane.

I found my feet and wrote of life,
Of its creeds and endless strife,
Of the blossoming and tireless withering—
Of all lives in this endless ring.

And I wrote and still I wrote,
And words were almost filling my note.
And I sang of woes and gently cried,
And my fears had nowhere to hide.

Still on I wrote, and still I wrote,
Of how I ferried fear in a boat.
I wrote, and wrote, till I was still,
And had no more strength until—

One night...........In my head,
A voice broke forth in me and said:
'Arise Gladden! Sit on thy chair'
'And write of how to fight your fear.'