The Voice Behind and Meetings

Voice Behind Me

I hear you speak to me,
A voice from behind,
"I bid you greetings," it says,
I recognize it;
Sighing to myself
I walk away without answering.

We parted ways but I can't get away,
I love you, but I also feel hate;
And I just can't get past how you made me feel.

So when I hear the voice,
Your voice talking to me,
Just remember you had your chances,
So please just leave me be,
Otherwise you will leave me with no choice.


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Meetings

On those cold dark evenings
When the cold air makes red cheeks,
And the moon's light shows the way,
I like to go with you my dear friend
To the place where a hundred voices sing.

The warmth within is welcoming,
And people gather to discuss what they seek
And what their mission entails.
You, my friend, invite me close,
'Read from my texts; sing with us,'
You don't need to say,
But I feel the invitation.

Smiles and handshakes and voices,
All of a friendly nature,
All discussing their lives
Or, discuss their faith.

This is where I feel welcome,
A hall you all call home,
But truly, despite everyone's support
And my want to learn more,
I am there because I always need you,
And I hope you can help me see the truth.

You are my best friend.

So on frosty nights,
I will always come with you,
Because my life has become alive again,
Even if sometimes I feel it's not worth living.

Frostfyr

Stay Frosty