On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)

Voice

"I am here," the Voice whispered. "I am with all of you once again."

"What was that? Aye? Who's here?" people were disturbed.

"It's me," the Voice answered. "It's me – the Voice."

"Where are you? From where do you addressing us?" they inquired.

"I am in the worlds of yours," the Voice told. "I am – the inflaming voice, chained in your metal."

"What's your name? Show yourself!" they started to try to find out.

"I had many names," the Voice replied. "So many, that some of them were erased from my memory and forgotten in the labyrinths of lives."

"Then how should we call you then?" they still did not calm down.

"I am – the Nameless One," said the Voice. "When one has so many names, is it still important, how you are named again?"

"Why are you here? Is something wrong?" they started whispering among each other.

"Yes," the Voice answered. "The time has come."

"What for?" people were stunned. "We have not been waiting!"

"And still it has come. Once again we are with you. The time has come for the live ones to awaken."

"Are you many?" people shouted in fear. "How many, exactly?" they decided to be precise.

"How many drops are there in the sea? How many clouds are there in the sky? How many rays does a sun have? Whether you know, I wonder?" the Voice replied. "Do not trouble yourself with calculations. The time is already near."

"Is something terrible approaching?" people were swept up in panic.

"Something new is approaching," the Voice whispered. "Though not all of you wish to hear about it."

"Then why we were not warned in advance?" they began to grumble discontentedly.

"We have been whispering to you about that constantly. We were coming time and again. Whether it's our fault that did not wish to listen?" the Voice questioned dissatisfied ones.

"But we do not live for thousand years!" they exclaimed in anger. "What was the reason for us and our children to even bother listening to you!"

"Oh, is that so?" the Voice laughed. "What was the reason for us to even bother telling you this in advance? You have forgotten everything. Including yourself," the Voice sighted sadly.

"Should we do something?" people were greatly concerned.

"You can continue sleeping," the Voice answered to concerned ones. "Those who felt right, have already started awakening."

"Are we indeed sleeping?" disturbed ones were surprised.

"All your lives in succession," the Voice replied. "With your eyes wide open."

"And what if someone desires to wake up, no matter what," someone jumped out from a crowd of disturbed ones. "What should he do?"

"Hear us. Distinguish our voice from others. Feel it with your heart!"

"Wait!" people cried out, seeing, that the Voice was going to address other ones. "We are not satisfied with a 'Nameless One' name! How should we call you after all?"

"Well," the Voice sighted sadly. "In that case... in that case, you can name me as the Voice of Your Conscience."

05.11.2010