The Voice
there is a voice in the wind so low and distant it may never be heard. most do not listen being distracted by the drum and scrape of cities by the lure of highways by the distraction of cell phones and the seductions and enticements of life. the voice does not address the ear but the heart. it is an acquired voice that is not shy with time or reluctant to speak in simple ways those pompous lofty hearts surely miss. but hush be still and you will hear the voice the small and gentle voice calling calling inviting you to join your heart to the horizon. to the endless shimmering horizon.