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Apr 2014
My soul felt empty like a ******* hole.
I had nothing to live for and no place to go.
There was no light and I felt the end was near.
There was only darkness down a long black peer.

The darkness brought anguish and the anguish brought fear.
As darkness was about to consume my soul, I heard a voice whisper in my ear.
The voice so soft, gentle, and serene said, “Only you know the path to the light.
The light is within you, he said.  You must choose what is right.”

“If you follow this path the light will begin to appear.
Remember the light comes from within, whispered the voice in my ear.
Everyone comes here with a plan and a purpose to this life.
If this is not accomplished there will be pain, suffering, and strife.”

“You could have just come here to have some children to rear.
Or to write, paint, or find the next cure, said the voice that whispered in my ear.
When you can’t find this purpose sometimes your soul can get lost.
You search and you search but can’t find it at any cost.”

“Finding our purpose may seem so far but really is near.
Our purpose in life isn’t always what we think it is, whispered the voice in my ear.
When you find your reason for being, you will find the elusive light.”
Now in the dark things seem so right, up in front of me is getting bright.

I can see the light when I begin to write and it takes away my fear.
There is a voice in the silence but for years I couldn't hear.
I know things will be better and it’s now very clear.
All I have to do is listen because I have an angel that whispers in my ear.

STANLEY HENDRIX
05/2008
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