The Voice Within...

I am the voice within
The child who recoils
From your horrific world,
Filled with confusion and pain.
I whisper “stay out”,
Lest you disturb our holy contemplation.
With your sharp intrusions of chaos and dissonance,
Weapons of your world of illusion and strife.

I seek only the security of his beating heart ,
The pulsing of warm blood through his supple veins,
The interior light which glows with each breath.
The memory of his unanimated past
Where suspended and nurtured, he knew love.

He has neither the desire nor ambition to be wrenched forth
Into the cold winter of pain and indifference.
He cleaves to an idea of self
Safe and secure, in the here and now.

Why cast him into your woeful existence ,
of hunger, pain and sorrow.
Teaching him envy, jealousy and greed,
the grim realities of survival.
He yearns to remain in the warmth without want,
Where the serenity of pastel colors and soft sounds
gently caress the pillows of his mind.

Yet the wolves circle,
his vulnerability painfully apparent.
If he remains unguarded
The evil of the world will devour his pure heart,
Lest someone of goodness can nurture him.

I can only bring him thus far,
I need to know I can trust you,
To take us both in your arms with love.
To be our buffer and support,
To listen to us when we speak,
To comfort us when we hurt.
To clothe us with the armor of love.

For this I pray and offer thanks,
That my precious cargo be safe and nurtured.
Into your hands I commend my liege.
For among the wicked are the good,
Those who remember my voice,
Those who know the way back,
And the perilous journey ahead.
For you alone have not forgotten
The pure state of innocence and have
Dedicated yourself to returning to the truth.

Christopher Cole
author of
"The Closer's Song"