That loud familiar voice booms, clamoring for attention and recognition.
My designs and my desires.
What can I get?
What can I take?
Will I have enough?
Will my needs be met in some form or fashion acceptable to me?
The quiet whisper reassures me all will be alright.
When I listen, hope is always present, like a faint heartbeat reminding me I am alive.
The whisper calmly overcomes the shouting and the silence becomes deafening.
Faith is undeniable and everything is exactly as is it is supposed to be.