As I count the drops of rain landing on the metal outside my window, I begin to perceive the sound a voice whispering. My eyes quickly scrutinize the room and my inner self chides me for such silliness, yet the voice sounds known. The deep breaths continue as I strive to find peace in a life I cannot understand, but with each new breath is a new whisper in my ears.
Perhaps, this existence with so few serene moments is slowly beginning to eat away at the gray matter within my skull. I know that hearing voices in an empty, dark room in the wee hours of the morning is considered psychotic in this chaotic world in which I live. Dear me, somewhere within the past 24-hours I must have had a mental collapse or maybe, just maybe if I pinch myself I will wake to find the whisper from nowhere is just a dream during my restless, troubled sleep.
STOP!! SILENCE!! SHUT-UP!! I’m not a mad person, I know that my intellect is still in place or I would not be reasoning out where this whisper is originating from. Psychotic you say; That is preposterous another deep breath will clear my head and there will be on the sounds of the night again…. But there it is again, that voice quietly speaking before I even conclude the next breath.
“My child you are never alone. Soon a time is approaching with no more trauma. ‘He will wipe every tear from your eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.’ 1 My child, you once knew and understood my voice, do you not remember?”
QUIET…….!!! I’m not crazy, not psychotic, and I don’t hear voices do I? Yet, I know that voice, not Mom or Dad, but I’ve heard that voice, but where?
Whoever is out there let me please just sit here peacefully to explore the outer recesses of my skull – I know the memory is there – somewhere.
1 – Holy Bible New International Version Revelation 21:4