Listening within

Having nothing to do.
I listened within.
Quieting myself and my
mind, voices began to
rise.
Whispers, it seemed,
until I realized that that
was the volume at which
these words were delivered.
The calls to action, the press
for doing something, contin-
ued to rise in waves.

Where were the objectives?
Where are the deeds to be
done?
Where will I be tomorrow?

Whispers in the quiet of my
heart, were clear, warm
comfort in the present.

In the present, where I had
to live, any where else brought
on the fear. In the present
where my heart could rescue
me from the looming disaster.

-Sam Roberts