Other Voices!

Gently they whisper, just below the hearing

calling to me softly, child of my heart, please listen.

Be it Drums, flutes, or bagpipes crying

Celtic, Dane, or Cherokee, they remember.

The spirits of ancestors, worried about their generations

speaking in the quiet, bringing me a message.

Causing me to wonder, has my mind taken vacation

reality is fading, flickering in shadows.

Why do I question, because we are taught

silence is golden, hearing voices, is not "normal".

Who are we, to make the rules, for those across the veil

into the West they have walked, beyond the human knowing.

Do you believe love, is strong enough

that of our ancients, for their grandchildren.

To cross that misty land, that our minds have forgotten

where the winged ones sail, in blissful freedom.

To carry soft as dove cooing, the secrets we are needing

as we limp along alone, souls seeking comfort from troubles?

Will you turn them away, tune out their loving voices

ignore for society sake, what our inner self is pleading?

Find that Sacred place, of perfect quiet

listen for awhile, give them a chance to save us!

Inspired, as well, by Allen's “voices”

granny

© Sheila Williams