'There is a Sturm und Drang* to all Created Life, '
a Voice spoke clearly inside me
as I rose up from streams of sleep.
The message was no accident:
the night before I'd arrived,
having journeyed across America
by thumb and then by Greyhound,
at the gates of a community
I thought of as Heaven on Earth.
And so, when I woke that morning
it was with a certain glee
as well as resignation:
the Angels were playing with me!
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inner-voice-2/
