The Voice that Knows my Name 

by Ms. Silent Rhymes

We were so used to the sounds that surrounds us

We expected it on repeat, loud, consistent, clear

The usual sounds, the ones that are obvious

Chirping birds, people chatting, the flow of water

The noise of a vehicle, the roar of a thunder

Since all were natural, it was easy to hear and understand 

Upon listening to it, notice the consistency 

Has become a pattern that gives you guarantee 

For it serves as a constant input of sounds to your ear

Like "Yeah! That's how it sounds like, I know, I can hear"

On the other hand, there're the sound that are silent but loud 

Voices that don't heard the way these natural sounds do

The voices not on the surrounding but inside of you

Like those little compliments when you've done something nice

when you hurt someone, it's the voice that feeds your guilt every time

That sound is referred to as yourself inside, 

your best friend, both your admirer and your conscience

But most importantly, your company when you're on your own alone

  Both sounds were significant, but I am not here to talk about those

Because I've discovered another different sound 

that takes more effort to listen to

-The small voice.

The vessel of three essence flowing in one is what makes us human 

and each vessel has ears to listen and voice to speak

The first were the easiest to hear, but the third is nothing like them

For this reveals another being than just yourself

When this voice speaks, it rushes down to your deep soul within

It sounds nothing like spoken words, it's a whisper- calm and gentle

It's a voice that once you encounter 

becomes something that you crave over and over

When I'm on my most silent moment, 

on time out, when world's quiet 

and I couldn't even hear my own voice

The only time you'll say you're really on your own 

But that voice will cut the monotonous

humming, gently whispering, speaking without uttering any word

When you listen, it makes you feel instead to actually hear 

It is so warm that would give you real comfort

that none of the world could make you feel

This sound appears evidently when all your trusted voices let you down

When you begin to question the credibility of the things you hear

This small voice will caress you with unyielding truth and sincere

Truth so powerful that's able to break the concrete convictions you held before

Cause I've been into that intense confusion, the one to believe is what you repeatedly hear 

You thought that the patterns are the ones you should trust

For truth you know should be the stable one

Unwarned, the pattern, sometimes something will interrupt

the line you follow will be cut apart and new truths will embed itself with insist

And so, with its echo, you tend to finally believe

Isn't that how everything in the world does when the intrude voices conquer their habitat?

They mimic the colors, they reflect and adapt, 

and then evolved to something unoriginal

It is natural for them to do so, but is it to us-people?

 

We forgot who we were, because we did not know what voice to trust 

So many voices shouting our name, our identity! Lies echoed disguised in purity

Is it really that voice from the outside? Is it the voice of yourself from the inside you shaped by fear? no.

Because there is someone else that knows you more than you

Voice beyond both, from someone that knows the strands of your hair

You and I were not made out big bang, from stones that collide

But instead, we're crafted and lovingly molded by a potter's hand

My mistake is believing that it takes a lot of effort in order for that voice to be heard

But actually, we were just listening to wrong voices. 

Voices that are loud or even from a whisper at the back of our minds

Voices that vehemently wanted to be heard so that we could miss the real voice of truth

the voice that doesn't need to shout and convince.

The voice that completes us, the voice that calls us back. The voice that never left 

That voice is what we are from and for

The small omnipotent voice of our creator