Voices and Choices

Perhaps it is the voice in the darkness,
Survival's cold dark whispered hiss,
Perhaps it is the voice in the twillight,
As the world fearfully slips into night,
Perhaps it is the voice coming at dawn,
Of hope as the night is nearly gone,
Perhaps it is the voice at noon day,
While children Joyfully play.
But perhaps it is the voice that is always there,
This voice that teaches men to dare,
Whether it is day or darkest night,
Whether in comfort and joy in the light,
Or fear and terror of the abyss,
The voice that teaches one to never miss,
A chance to stand for the right,
Though the heavens should fall to darkest night,
This voice that challenges a man,
To do all that he can,
To become better than he was yesterday,
To step forth from mediocrities' gray,
To see the one some day who speaks,
This voice that ever seeks,
To elevate the human race,
That he will take his place,
And will stand upon the sea of glass,
Another graduate of the master's class,
So heed well this quite voice,
And make today, your choice.