I heard a voice

I hear but I don’t listen
The voices that tempt me
Like gold they glisten.
I see things which are not really there
And the will to succumb is greater than for prayer
I live with people who are in my head
Constantly tormenting me, wishing me dead
I live with this pain each day
It’s not as simple as black and white
How do I explain this?
When there’s an in-between of gray

The will to cry and end it all is strong
But the power is just not mine
Frustration overshadows rationality
The heart bleeds. It bleeds, it bleeds.

Wait…
I hear a voice
A sound quite vocal and articulate
Accompanied with such authority
Quite different to the others

“Quiet. Be still” it says

And the other voices were suppressed
At long last- silence…

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*Schizophrenia, paranoia or maybe depression can be life-threatening.When you are associated with a mental disorder of some kind, you find that you seem not to have a value for life.You lose your ability to make good judgements and everything pretty much goes down hill from there. But this poem is saying that there is a voice- the voice of Jesus- which is strong enough to silence every other voice in your head. In Mark 4:39, Jesus said to the storm: "Quiet! Be still!" and it calmed down.Just know that every storm in your life can be calmed.*

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

My Mother

My mother,
Who brought me up at birth
And laid me to rest

My mother,
Who kept me safe
And saw me through my rainy days

My mother,
Who saw through me
And knew the pain I was going through

My mother
Whom I will always love
And cherish till everlasting days above.

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

What people call God

Journalists' call him “the truth”
Drivers' call him “the way”
Lawyers' call him the “righteous judge”
Geographers' call him “the rock of ages”
Doctors' call him “the great physician”
Horticulturists' call him “the rose of Sharon”
Musicians' call him “the rhythm of heaven”
Oceanographers' call him “the spring of life”
Bakers' call him “the bread of life”
Policemen' call him “the prince of peace”
Farmers' call him “the tree of life”
Sailors' call him “the captain of our salvation”
Teachers' call him “the perfect masters”
Sinners' call him “our saviour”
Photographers' call him “the image of God”
The sick call him “our helper”
The needy call him “our provider”
Servants' call him “the everlasting king”
The dying call him “the giver of life”
God calls himself “I am that I am”


* what do you call him? who is HE to you?...take a moment and think about this...*

© The poets voice~~~ January 2009, All rights reserved.

What the future holds

What the future holds,
Only time will tell
I sit and worry …oh, the stress
Even crying does not help
The fear of the unknown;
Constantly keeps me on my toes.
I want to know
What the future holds for me
Please, please let it be good
But only time will tell
What my future holds
God knows,
He won’t let me down





© The poets voice~~~ January 2009, All rights reserved.