The Voice

Settled into a comfort zone

Far away all noise and spin
A safe distance from reality
Surroundings peacefully still

Sheltered in a quiet place

Where nature overflows
A piece of Heaven on earth
Scented fragrance of a rose

Yet, there is another place

Beyond this life of serenity
An existing state of poverty
Where violence overflows

Streets not paved with gold

Rather, evil paves the way
In a sort of marketplace
Where a fix or trick is sold

In the midst of all of this

A voice full of tenderness
Calling out to her children
In the quiet of restlessness

In the depths of human soul

Void of violence and clutter
Listen and discover there
The sweetness of our Mother