The Sound of Thy Voice

I hear thy voice, and I follow
the sound like a resonant beckoning
to an unclaimed place in my conscience.

The echoes of my life lay calling
me back to the place of the known;
to heed them is to succumb to the past.

I love what I have, the familiar...ergo,
the future's allure draws incessant
I cannot ignore it's magnetism, it's desire

To draw me beyond the present
where only the spirits of my soul know
what can be accomplished...

The fulfillment, the satisfaction
the culmination of my very being...
Who am I to deny

what is urgently drawing; my
searching, finding, rejoicing
in what I have found.

My dreams, my visions unveil
a journey too vast to explain,
a traverse, an expanse, a completion

Of what I was put on this earth to learn.