The Voice

Yesterday I walked alongside the Voice of Quiet Longing

As it spoke kindly and reminisced the deep moments

of being with me alone in the bliss of its effervescent rising.

 The day before, I walked alongside the Voice of Expectation

as it awaited me to join it for the communion of

entwined hearts and lips touched with the wine of ecstasy.

 Today, I hear the One Voice calling for me to share in the fire

I have created within its heart of unquenchable Love and

its unrepentant promises of eternal glory.   

 To arise there has been the eternal echo calling out in my pierced

and aching heart as I have awaited the Voice of Love to fulfill it

over and over again with languishing Joy.

 Do I dare hold up a glass and drink to my heart’s content from

The Purple Vineyard that opens its sanctuary to the Voice of Rapture?

 Yes!  

 And now, the waves of transport embrace the Voice of the

Invisible and Unknowable Face of my One True Love.  

        ~Margie Owens Phillips  1988 ©

        The Voice ©1988