A narrative poem is a form of poetry that tells a story. It often makes use of voices of a narrator. Also characters as well. The story is mainly written in a metred verse. The poems may be short of long. And the story relates to people or experience and can be complex.
My voice= God, can I hold your hand and go with you?
Gods voice~ My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion is what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.
My voice= Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord. Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door. I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name. I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’. Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"
Gods voice~ My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road. This light never left you. My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.
My voice= My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray right?
Gods voice~ My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else. At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes? The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.
My voice= Lord, I have other questions to ask. What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand. My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. How is it that I am in your promise land?
Gods voice~ Getting right with me has brought you here!
My voice= One more question My Heavenly Father. Can I see her? I meant, could I see them? My Daughter, Mother's and Sisters~