The Inner Voice (1)
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'You're completely covered with Wings, but
you can't even fly a foot! ' said the Voice
as I woke from my nap that evening.
No one else was in the room.
Had I heard the voice of an Angel?
Had I heard the voice of God?
Clearly, the Voice was within me:
the 'sound' wasn't sound as we know it,
and yet it was sound, just the same.
Thirty years have already gone by now
as I try to discover my Wings
to use them to soar to the heights.
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