Voices Cry Out

The Voices Cry Out

So many voices beckon.

So many voices call.

Urgent, pleading voices.

I plug my ears and do not move.

Do they cry for naught?

Louder and louder the volume grows,

"Pull my weeds.

Wash my panes,

Paint my boards."

My ears stay plugged. I still don't move.

They still cry out.

I desire to holler in return,

"I'm coming to tend your needs.

I'm coming to show you love!"

But, I do not move.

When will these voices stop?

When will these voices cease?

When will they no longer make demands?

.

Only when I open my ears.

and move,

and truly care,

 will they finally stop.

Sadly, today they once again cry out for naught.

I weep.

I sleep.