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"The Voice"
By Luke Smith
A sip of coffee on the front porch brings peace and lights up my mind
Revelatory thoughts soon enter in as I stare off into the pines
The sun seems to shine right through as if pointing the way
I then enter transcendence and all remains okay
I hear the voice of truth, of beauty and of good,
surround me in this light and all is understood
I hear great riddles, so rich and profound
I understand their meaning, their wisdom and their sound
Suddenly I'm back sitting with cup in hand
A cold sweat on my forehead, yet I understand
I heard the Voice you see, I heard it oh so clear
Not a thunderous sound, but a still small voice in my ear
"The Voice" Copyright Luke Smith
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