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| THE WHISPER OF A VOICE
ROBERT H GILBERT, JR APRIL 21, 2007 The road I am traveling, is suppose to take me home. But: day after day,. year after year, home is nowhere in sight. These burdens and sorrows that I carry, is sure dragging me down. Think I will stop and rest for a while. I closed my eyes as I rubbed my tired ole feet. Then the Whisper of a Voice, so soft but loud, said, �Get up, You�ve not much further to go�. I guess I was dreaming cause as I looked around, no one�s there. I looked behind me, no road did I see. But, as I looked ahead, the road went on for miles and miles. How much farther must I go? After days of walking, my feet hurt and my body exhausted, I had to stop. Surely, home must be just around the bend? As I sat down, I could see some lights, Home!! It must be home. The Whisper of a Voice, so soft but loud, said, �Yes, You Are Home�. I turned and looked for that soft voice. There stood my Mom. �See there�, she said. I turned to look in the direction she was pointing, and I could see the Earth, so far below. |
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