There came a voice,
from the fifty-hundred folded heavens.
As the clouds opened their mouths,
I could feel the sounds of the voice.
Many strikingly voice,
built in echoes of grace giving.
The voice was from all voices,
like a moon’s transient accordion.
Inside the voice,
came a voice of knowing and soul gracing.
This voice is not of an astronaut,
nor a giant meteorological orbiting body.
A voice that gave me hope of a better tomorrow,
and ironed my faith to it believes.
There is healing in it,
with miracles so profound in it deep.
Could it be the voice of God,
or a defined angelic voice?
This is how I feel,
this is how I think,
it’s the voice of our God—
For up up above our sky,
lies the greatest force of God himself.
The Village Thinker © 2014