Voice Of An Angel
Truth and reality are untamed mysteries;
illusions challenge our very being;
generations compile all their histories;
like reckless downhill skiing.
Most live in the illusion of total control;
in search of someone to care;
somewhere there must be a matching soul;
surprised, when no one is there.
Often, in loneliness, they make a choice;
after praying to God, above;
thinking the Master has heard their voice;
sending them someone to love.
Liking and loving are rarely the same;
tensions suddenly surface;
each one looks to the other for blame;
their match isn’t God’s purpose.
The soul is a marriage of woman and man;
once divided, in heaven above;
chosen to be one; by God, the I Am;
eternally enshrined in love.
I’ve lived many lives in search of love;
then, suddenly, I heard her voice;
it bore the sound of an angel, from above;
perhaps, I had found God’s choice.
I may not have picked her, out of a crowd;
for she was much younger than me;
if she knew my thoughts; she’d laugh aloud;
in another life; my destiny.
Monty 1.4.26. # 3,136