Whether in the silence of a winter's eve,
as the snow is falling down;
On a mountain high above the ocean waves;
in a desert heat where quiet is the only sound;
On a voyage to the outer limits,
beyond the horizon of a setting sun -
There is this sound softly calling,
trying to reach the hearts of everyone.
Swirling in precision through forest tops
to anyone who would make the choice,
to stand in awe amid the hectic rush of life,
to take the time to listen to this gentle voice!


To approach the dawn of a new beginning,
whereas life was once a stagnant course;
locked into evil's claws and dark confusion,
blinded by the lifeless light of another force;
Anticipating a far better venture,
but not aware, or afraid to take the risk;
submerged in a swampy lot of illusions,
surviving with an empty heart in a foggy mist;
Crying out in unheard desperate pleas,
to anyone brave enough to make the choice;
fleeing from the garbage dumb of "Gahenna"
so determined to listen to this helping voice!


Full of anticipation for wandering souls,
breathlessly taking in stride this event in time;
for it changed the nature and scope of thought -
that lingered there, still capturing folks of all kinds.
This voice, still like a whisper in the wind,
being swept and heard still, gentle but strong;
across open plains and in canyons so graced -
mightier than a thunderous sound of a waterfalls song.
Holding in high hopes, unfathomed possibilities -
convincingly swaying minds to make a choice;
a greater outcome of life lies in it being heard,
for those who take the time to listen to this voice!


From whence it began so very long ago -
that it would change, and stir in the hardest of hearts;
penetrating so deep an urgent call on earth,
that chorus of angels in the night sky embarked.
If was not by chance, but by design -
that a child would be born and his voice ascend,
throughout every valley; over every mountain steppe -
even this day of as in days long past,
remembering this birth in Bethlehem.
A voice that cried out in pain at his birth -
to announce to humankind a message so dear,
as told by prophets of many generations before -
to prepare for his coming, as spoken so clear!


Rising above the chaos of a sinful world -
his cry of pain broke through all barriers and strife;
this new born Savior came as shepherds attended flocks,
the word made flesh, to redeem sins and give new life.
Yet, rejected for fear that he indeed had such authority -
not only in days long ago but even now,
this God, made man, this gentle child, this voice -
for non believers could not and can not explain "how?"
The kaleidoscope of events in our life that lay behind -
some, still tortured by memories of such pain;
the only shelter of comfort to hold fast to,
that in love He bids, "Give it all to Me in My name!"


It is not enough that we should relinquish -
our destiny and our dreams to His "All"
for we must go beyond the human barriers in place -
to know the totality and security as He calls.
Perhaps, if we but give ourselves,
our weaknesses to His compassionate love -
our shoulders would be weightless by such an embrace,
unburdened and restored by our God above.
The journey of life will be, instead, a venture -
joined together as one, to realize the glory
of His heavenly place:
Yearned for by all people throughout the world -
till someday our hearts will meet Him face to face.
If it is to be stalled by the claws of evils intent -
the lie in a fiery pit of doom by choice,
no triumph can be claimed by such an endeavor -
for all that is needed is to but listen and give heed to,
the whisper of this child's persistent voice!


© Steve A. Politte
December ~ 2006