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.