The Voice I Hear Poem by Randy McClave

I go to bed with both sadness and fear
Who will be the next voice that I will hear
Will it will be the gentle voice of someone I know
To greet me with a 'hi' or even a 'hello'
Or will it be the voice of someone I did wrong
Telling me of my errors that made me strong
Yelling and cursing me will that be the voice
If only that I could decide, if I had that choice.

I lie in my bed and in my eye there lies a tear
As I wonder who will be the next voice that I hear
Will it be a family member with sad news to tell
Or maybe it will be someone just to wish me well
Maybe it will be my doctor with news about my test
Or maybe it will be my boss telling me, I should rest
I wonder whose voice to me is the next to speak
Will it make me sad and cry or will it make me weak.

I try to sleep, but my worries will not disappear
As I think who will be the next voice that I will hear
Will it be that of a man or woman or maybe a child
Maybe it will be in a dream and maybe I will be beguiled
So many I have hurt and used without pity or shame
I am so terrified to hear the next voice to call my name
But then I think with guilt what would be odd
If the next voice that I heard, if it belonged to GOD.

Randy L. McClave