The Voice

by Patrick Long
(Australia)

She heard the voice and what it said
But was it real or in her head?
The endless rants with no relief
Then slips away just like a thief

Another realm, an echo faint
A tortured soul or mystic saint
Deluded mind or heaven's plan
Told for her to understand

The Revelation trumpet sounds
With message for those glory bound
To hear from an unearthly plane
Or just a mind no longer sane

And though it’s not for me to know
This voice of hers that comes and goes
Who am I to say what’s real
What can be known and what’s concealed