Whose Voice?

 "Put off the old, if you have a desire for newness. Shut the lips, and open the palm filled with gold...
You are Joseph full of beauty, and this world is as the well, and this rope to draw you forth is patience with, and submission to the command of God...
This world, like straws in the sway of the wind..has adopted helplessness as its only resource, and the dispensation of the Unseen, makes it now lofty and now low; makes it now sound and whole, and now broken; now carries it to the right, now to the left; now it makes roses , now thorns...
That which is seen, is helpless and confined and feeble; and that which is unseen is so fierce and uncontrolable...
He tears, He sews: where is the Tailor? He blows, He burns: where is this Fire kindler?
At one hour He makes the true saint an unbeliever; at another hour He makes the impious deist, an orthodox ascetic.
Because the disciple is still on the Way, and the brigands are numberless: only the one escapes who is under  God's safeguard.
Whose voice is this echo in the mountain of our hearts? Sometimes this  mountain is full of the voice, sometimes it is empty.
Wheresoever He is, He is the sage, the Master. May His voice not forsake this mountain.

Rumi (Vol. 2, from  1270-1328)

Commentary: Sometimes faithful, sometimes in despair; sometimes feeling strong, other times overwhelmed. That just about sums it up...